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 ï>¿Jenny 2003

   Monkeyshines by leisurely59 Jenny and Lana Vs.  Oliver Rushnel Get Yer
Own Back!!  by Outlaw Carry on Camping!  By ? Smoke and Mirrors by
leisurely59 Jenny and the Boys School by Bernanke41 Jenny and The Spider By
Eltan

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   Monkeyshines by leisurely59

   Jenny waited in the short queue trying to assume an air of bored
nonchalance.  She was unsuccessful as always but no one watching her was
interested in her mental state anyway.  When she paid for her ticket the
attendant was so focused on her proud breasts that he was barely aware of
the transaction at all.  The pink halter she wore covered her chest
completely except for the hint of a ripe curve at her sides and the
outlines of her spectacular nipples.  Jenny thought of it as being quite
modest and liked the way it showed off what she considered one of her best
features, a well-toned back.  Being Jenny, the thought that the vulnerable
knots at nape of her neck and middle of her back drove males of all ages
mad to pluck never occurred to her.

   The bulky purse hanging from her shoulder bumped heavily against her hip
as she pushed through the turnstile.  An errant breeze opened the gap of
her wrap around skirt and revealed much more of her shapely thigh than
Jenny had intended.  She quickly clutched the skirt closed but dropped the
contraband filled purse to the ground with a solid thump.  Guiltily, Jenny
glanced behind as she bent to collect her bag.  The suddenly attentive
guard was admiring the lush curves of her bum but she was sure he suspected
her errand.  Blushing hotly at the attention, Jenny grabbed up her things
and scurried off with a rapid-fire rattle from her high heels.

   Jenny -(TM)s top struggled to contain the rapidly heaving breasts as she
took deep breaths and tried to calm herself.  Her pulse gradually returned
to normal as she walked toward her target.  It was a brilliant autumn day
in the middle of the week.  Children were in school and adults mostly at
work.  The zoo seemed almost deserted.  Jenny approached the primate
enclosures with a rising sense of optimism.  All the sounds of human
activity were agreeably distant.  Scanning the area Jenny confirmed she was
alone.

    -œThis is going to work -, she thought mistakenly.

   Jenny loved to watch the orangutans.  The interactions within their
group fascinated her but one thing had always offended her sense of fair
play.  When the apes got special treats from the staff the biggest and
oldest always got the lions share.  Eventually, softhearted Jenny had
hatched a plan to give the smaller animals a bigger share.  Glancing
nervously around, she worked the zipper of her bag and reached inside for a
handful of veterinary approved monkey treats.  The simple plan was to toss
them quickly and widely enough that everyone would get an equal amount.

   At first the plan seemed to be working.  The goodies scattered across
the ground drew the apes to the front of the enclosure with Big Herb the
dominant male directly in front of her.  The eager jostling reminded Jenny
of some of the Scout events she had inadvertently attended.  She suppressed
a shiver brought on by those memories and continued her work.  The only
flaw was the number of treats that were hitting the thick bars and dropping
outside the cage.  Hairy orange arms reached through the gaps and gathered
what they could but even the ape -(TM)s long arms couldn -(TM)t reach the
majority.  Rows of brown eyes looked up at Jenny pleadingly.  With the best
of intentions Jenny took the first step of the  -œJenny Sequence -, that
series of decisions that took an embarrassing situation and made it
mortifying.

   Lithe and athletic, Jenny had no problem clambering on to the fence even
while wearing skirt and heels.  The slick leather soles didn -(TM)t furnish
much traction on the rounded metal crossbars but as long as she was careful
that shouldn -(TM)t be a problem.  Cautiously, she spread her legs to
shoulder width and leaned far forward.  A swirling autumn breeze pressed
the flimsy skirt tightly to her luscious bottom and teasingly flipped the
hem.  Absent-mindedly she smoothed it back in place.  The sun warmed top
rail pressed against her legs and prevented her toppling forward.  With her
hand just inches from the cage this was as close as Jenny had ever been to
her favorites.  From this distance they looked less like cuddly toys and
their wild nature was much more evident.  Their eyes were bright with
intelligence as they watched Jenny work.  She was practically dropping the
crackers in their eager hands and the apes were noisy with appreciation.

   Big Herb had been watching the handfuls of snacks swing right and left
past his position with interest.  When Jenny paused to let the crowd quiet
down his shaggy orange arm shot out and his powerful callused hand closed
around her wrist.  Jenny gave a surprised  -œeep - as she was drawn
inexorably forward and her free arm windmilled wildly.  The strap of her
purse slid from her shoulder to her wrist just as she managed to grab a
handhold.  Herb had stopped pulling and was carefully selecting his first
treat from the captured horde.  Jenny assessed her situation while Herb
nibbled the treats delicately from her hand one at a time.  Until he
released her she wasn -(TM)t going anywhere.  She could scream for help, of
course, but explaining her compromising would be difficult.  Once Big Herb
finished the yummies surely he would lose interest and release her arm so
Jenny decided to stand pat for the moment.

   The others had watched with lively curiosity.  A pair of medium sized
juveniles ambled over to investigate the purse that was dangling just
outside the bars.  Jenny hissed an ineffective  -œshoo - at the two as
they grab the bag and dragged it through the opening.  In desperation Jenny
let go of her handhold and tried to jerk the bag away from the apes.  The
youngsters thought a game of tug-of-war was a fine idea and tumbled and
shrieked playfully as they easily thwarted Jenny -(TM)s every attempt to
retrieve her keys, money and ID.  Unfortunately for Jenny, the only results
of her efforts were negative.  The first consequence was the purse strap
had become tightly twisted around her wrist so that now both of her arms
were trapped until the apes released her.  In addition, her feet had
slipped forward on the fence and the cross bar had become jammed between
the ultra high heels and the front half of her shoes.  Jenny couldn -(TM)t
have been more completely restrained if she were in a medieval pillory.

   While the primates were capturing Jenny -(TM)s attention in front the
afternoon breeze had grown in strength.  The filmy material of the skirt
had been lifted higher and higher on her firm thighs with each passing
moment.  Finally, an extra mischievous puff rolled the light cloth up and
over her upturned bottom and left her sheer white panties glowing in the
afternoon sun.  Jenny gave a yelp of chagrin when she realized her ass was
on public display.  Unable to think of a more effective solution, Jenny
began shifting her weight back and forth and shaking her hips to try to
scoot her skirt back into position.  As usual for her the attempt to
retrieve her modesty just made the situation worse but the security camera
tape of her sensuous wriggling would be a tremendous hit at the next zoo
staff Christmas party.

   Unknown to Jenny the dangling end of her skirt tie was caught between
her leg and the fence.  Each sway of her hips gave the trapped end a gentle
tug and gradually loosened the knot holding her waistband closed.  Jenny
was unaware of her peril until the knot opened with a gentle  -œpop - and
the clothing fell away with a silky whisper.  The errant breeze lifted it
across the gap where the ever-alert orangutans gathered it in.  A large
group chased gleefully around the enclosure until it was utterly destroyed.
The two apes gripping her purse had discovered the bag had an inside and
were busy pulling each item out for a thorough examination.  Big Herb had
finished the treats from Jenny -(TM)s hand but was maintaining his grip on
her wrist as he watched the others frolic with the rapidly disintegrating
skirt.

   Jenny whispered,  -œLet go, Herb.  Let go.  Please, let go.  Treats all
gone.  You can let go, now! - repeatedly.

   He ignored her pleading with the studied deafness of a naughty
three-year-old.  Then without warning Big Herb reached out and snatched the
flimsy neatly from Jenny -(TM)s body.  Pleased by his new toy Big Herb
broke into a simian grin and released her arm.  Happily, he draped the
ruined top over his head for an impromptu hat.  His victim was shocked
speechless as her full breasts were suddenly exposed.  Irrelevantly, her
first thought was the pink clashed horribly with his orange fur but she
reflexively covered her breasts as best she could with her free hand. 
Hopefully, she looked over to see if the purse-snatchers might be ready to
let her other hand go.

    -œOw -, cried Jenny as a sharp poke with a cane tip made her ass
cheeks jiggle delightfully and a querulous voice demanded,  -œYoung lady,
what are you doing to those animals? -

   Jenny blushed a brilliant red from her hairline to the top of her chest.
She twisted her neck and tried to peer through the hedge of her fallen
hair. A gnomish old man in shabby tweeds stood behind her and continued his
questioning;  -œDon -(TM)t you know feeding the apes is not permitted? -

   Each word was accompanied by a painful jab at her increasingly tender
bottom.  He seemed oblivious to her near nakedness, which made him very
old, indeed.  Desperate to escape his assault Jenny blurted out;  -œI
-(TM)m stuck and can -(TM)t get down. -

   Her tormentor paused and with a sudden change of heart said;  -œThere,
there, my dear.  Don -(TM)t worry.  We -(TM)ll have you loose in a jiffy.
-

   Reversing his cane he hooked the waistband of her knickers and began
pulling mightily.  The orangutans holding her purse gripped their prize
more tightly gibbered excitedly.  The fragile stitching of the dainty
panties failed almost instantly under the strain.  The scrap of material
vanished from Jenny -(TM)s body as if it had evaporated.

   The unexpected loss of resistance tumbled the surprised octogenarian but
the change of tension allowed Jenny -(TM)s captive wrist to slip free. 
Naked except for her heels, Jenny fell backwards and landed on top of her
would be rescuer.  With profuse, albeit incoherent, apologies Jenny sprang
to her feet.  The tweedy gentleman goggled up at the magnificent breasts
looming over him as if seeing her nudity for the first time.

   Giving it up as a bad job, Jenny abandoned her property and her
explanations and sprinted for the hoped for safety of her vehicle. 
Whistles, catcalls, and shouts of surprise tracked her bouncy progress
through the zoo.

   Later the local evening news included an interview with an eyewitness
during their report on the nude protest of an unknown animal rights
activist.  With his eyes still slightly bulging, the elderly man waved the
remains of Jenny -(TM)s knickers in the air and vowed to turn them over to
the police for DNA analysis.  Decrying the current lawlessness, he
volunteered several times to oversee her community service when she was
captured.



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   Jenny and Lana Vs.  Oliver Rushnel Get Yer Own Back!!  by Outlaw

    -œBoys and Girls!  Welcome to get your own back!!  The Funkiest game
show around! -

   The cheerful dark skinned presenter roared.

    -œLet -(TM)s meet today -(TM)s contestants -- -

   As the presenter started yelling out names Jenny started to feel the
butterflies in her stomach grow, how had she got into this?  She simply
prayed nothing would go wrong now --

   Two weeks prior --

   Jenny was chatting quietly to Lana out in the front garden of Lana
-(TM)s English Spring house.  Both ladies had decided it would be nice to
take a quiet couple of weeks away from the hustle and bustle of city life.
Now that talked quietly and watched the children play cricket in the field
just across the road.

   Jenny wore a light summer dress, the skirt of which fell just below her
knee and billowed happily in the gentle wind.  For those of you who don
-(TM)t know, Jenny had a gorgeous figure, kept in tiptop shape by a lot of
running for cover.  Her long legs disappeared beneath the breezy material
of the skirt.

   At her waist the dress became body hugging and snapped to her form like
magnet to metal, the waist curved lusciously in then out again to the most
admired pair in the world.  Jenny had 38dd breasts and they were flawless,
as most North American men were aware.  The dress hugged close to her firm
and pert boobs then halted, showing more cleavage than usual, but the dress
continued in the form of two sturdy looking straps.

   Her slender and soft neck drew perfect lines to her, sharply defined
features and her big innocent blue eyes and long flowing blonde hair.  Her
soft red lips parted as she took another pull on the straw in her drink.

   Beside her was the only vision as lovely as Jenny.  Lana.

   She was slightly taller than Jenny.  But nonetheless, just as full. 
Lana wore a sexy skirt that billowed from her hips in a seductive and
taunting manner.  Her luxurious long legs were barely perceptible beneath
the translucent material.  Above the skirt barely containing the revered
38d breasts was a crop top with short sleeves.

   Lana had paler skin than Jenny making her look possibly more innocent,
her sexy neck led to a perfect face, green eyes following the game before
her.  Lana had medium bobbed black hair, which made her sand out just as
much as Jenny golden locks.

   Both women were a sublime vision of the greatest wet dream fantasies,
and right now most of the male (and some female) crowd members were focused
on the women dreaming those fantasies.

   Suddenly the cricket ball made a rude appearance into Jenny and Lana
-(TM)s conversation, mashing Lana -(TM)s rose garden as it did.  It didn
-(TM)t take long for the scout of boys to come up to the garden, adults in
tow, and ask for the ball back.  All eyes had one fixed position to stare.

    -œMiss can we get the ball back? - Said a decidedly American and
female voice.

   It belonged to Kirsty Bayner a tough talking, will try it for laughs
type girl.  S

   he and her friends in the scout group had come over to England for the
annual Adventure and Boy Scouts pudding war.  Kirsty leaned on one hip as
she sneered at the two perfect forms before her.

    -œNo! - Jenny said abruptly,  -œYou destroyed our rose bed.  We
-(TM)re are going to keep the ball. -

   This was uncharacteristic of Jenny -(TM)s normally timid behaviour. 
Kirsty stared at the buxom blonde with ice-cold eyes.  But before she could
answer Snotty Oliver Rushnel interrupted.

    -œAww come on, it -(TM)s not that bad.  We -(TM)re sorry.  Please. -

    -œOk, but don -(TM)t let it happen again. - Said Jenny, now sweet as
ever.

   The crowd left the two women with lingering glances and went back to the
game.

   Lana turned to Jenny.   -œYou were a little hard on them weren -(TM)t
you? -

   Jenny blushed.   -œWell, kids should apologise for making mistakes. -

   Out on the field Oliver grimaced.   -œThat bitch making us apologise. -

    -œYeah, don -(TM)t worry I got an idea.  What -(TM)s that program you
guys like to watch? - Said the ever-confident Kirsty.

    -œGet your own back. - Oliver replied as the plan dawned on him.  He
nodded and made an evil face.

   It wasn -(TM)t long before the ball landed near Jenny and Lana again,
just outside Lana -(TM)s gate.  The crowd once again came running and
started yelling for them to throw the ball back.  Jenny and Lana smiled and
stepped out of the garden to pick up the ball.

    -œHey Lady, you the blonde!  You up for a challenge? - Oliver yelled
to Jenny.

   Jenny hesitated.   -œUm, sure. -

    -œIf you can land the near me, we -(TM)ll buy you an new rose bush.  If
you can -(TM)t you have to come on TV with us! -

   Jenny thought it over and decided it didn -(TM)t sound to bad a deal.

    -œOk. - She yelled back and got ready to throw.

   The entire crowd watched, as Jenny sighted her target.  A car came
whipping down the road at that very moment, and stormed past Jenny, it
kicked up a mighty wind launching the skirt of the summer dress up Jenny
-(TM)s thighs to her soft, flat stomach.  Bright yellow cotton panties
revealed to the now roaring with pleasure crowd Jenny simply dropped the
ball.

   Lana rushed to Jenny -(TM)s aid and snatched the skirt in her hands and
yanked it down.  Unfortunately in her haste missed the skirt and knocked
Jenny off her feet.

   Jenny fell onto her bum, her skirt over her head and Lana fell face
first between Jenny -(TM)s spread legs, her own skirt riding up over her
bum revealing a sexy pink lace pair of panties.

   Both women were frozen in this sexy display for a heart beat.  Then
regained composure and ran for the house.

   Three days later Oliver and his scout group appeared on Lana -(TM)s
doorstep to inform Jenny she would be his opponent on a TV game show called
Get your own back.

   Present day --

   Jenny had managed to see an episode of get your own back, which is
possibly why she was so nervous.  It was a basic twelve to fifteen year
olds show, were kids in that age group challenged adults that had done them
amusing wrongs would compete against them.

   The winning kids got some prizes and the satisfaction of beating the
adult.  A series of three random games were what Jenny would have to go
through, and win, in order to avoid being beaten by a dumb kid on TV.

   Suddenly the smiley presenter yelled Jenny -(TM)s name and she walked
cautiously out onto the stage.

   Jenny did have a wild card however, Lana sat in the crowd, and Jenny
spied her out as soon as she could.  Lana would do what she could to rig or
interfere in the games so Jenny was assured victory.  Lana waved at Jenny,
causing her voluptuous mounds to bounce and bob.

   Horny fifteen year olds surrounded her and they did not miss this
private showing.  Lana wore a pair of black, tight, three quarter length
trousers and anklets.  Covering her swaying breasts was a black tank top.
Lana smiled and gave Jenny the thumbs up.

   Jenny smiled weakly in return she could feel the hot lights upon her and
the evil stare of the camera.  As she walked out, all the boys in the
audience gasped.

   Jenny wore a pair of the customary boiler suits in red.  And all in one
uniform that would be unflattering on anyone accept one of two ladies. 
Jenny -(TM)s suit had been delivered to her a bit to small and it hugged
her pert and smackable bum very closely.  Her breasts were another story,
the suit buttoned up at the front and Jenny -(TM)s unbelievable breasts
were pushing against it and her bra for all they were worth.  For jenny
only had her sexy underwear on underneath the suit as her clothes would not
fit.

   She smiled at the happy presenter as she finally arrived to the biggest
cheer ever.

    -œWell you -(TM)re certainly a popular one aren -(TM)t you?  What
-(TM)s your name? - The presenter beamed at her.

    -œJenny. - Jenny quietly replied.

    -œWell we hear you -(TM)ve been grabbing Oliver -(TM)s balls and
playing with them yourself.  And even smacking his wicket around. - The
presenter said, happy in his ignorance.  -œWha?!. - Jenny mumbled, but was
carted off as the presenter announced the first game.



   The Shark pit

   The presenter was once again smiling to the nearest camera.  He had a
big friendly smile that was able to put people at ease, even Jenny, that
why he was a children -(TM)s TV presenter, jenny supposed.

   This was the first match up and Jenny was still nervous, she scanned the
audience partially hidden by the bright lights.  It was nearly all
children; in fact with the exception of Lana, it was all children!

   Jenny continued her scrutiny of the crowd, her eyes squinting under the
hot lights; she finally came to rest on a huge group of kids occupying the
front two rows.  Boy Scouts!

   Her heart thumped against her chest a rose to block her throat the
entire crowd were boy scouts, not a single girl.  The corner of her mouth
twitched, not just Boy Scouts, she recognised some from her hometown.

   One she was sure was involved in the kite incident, and at least three
from the train incident.  They held a banner up she read it and her heart
began to beat faster in her gorgeous chest.

    -œGO OLLY RUSHNELL! -

   It read.  Jenny gulped, every time she was around boy scouts something
awful and embarrassing happened, the time they had locked her in a wooden
display brace and stolen her clothes only to sell them off brought a surge
of blood to her face.

   Jenny scanned for Lana, knowing she needed some support, but Lana wasn
-(TM)t there.  Jenny started to panic, her big, blue, come to me eyes
darted over the crowd.  Then she remembered; Lana was trying to help fix
the games so Jenny wouldn -(TM)t suffer in the final round.  Jenny forced
her breathing to slow and her face drew its normal colour again.

    -œOk boys and girls its time to get your own back! - The presenter
happily yelled.

   Suddenly the cameras were on Jenny and the three other contestants,
Oliver, and another boy and his father.  The father hadn -(TM)t missed
Jenny -(TM)s sexy bosom and had been enjoying staring when she had begun to
breath hard and fast.  Now his attention was directed to the cameras.

   The game was simple, the kids had to grabbed a sponge of their colour
dunk it in a vat of water then deposit it in the tights snapped over the
lower half of the suits Jenny and the Father wore.  The adults had to try
and block the kids from getting to the water, and then avoid having the
sponges stuffed down the tights.  Simple.

   Jenny felt ludicrous.  Standing there in her red, rather tight, boiler
suit with a pair of ladies natural colour pantyhose pulled up over her
lower half.  She had managed to stuff her suit into them neatly so there
was little gather around her waist but she still felt silly.

   Without warning the presenter roared,  -œCOMMENCE! - And the two kids
were off like bullets.  The father also reacted quickly but by the time
Jenny had started Olly already had a sponge and was half way to wetting it.
She threw her hands up like she was blocking a basketball player, she wasn
-(TM)t allowed to grab the kid just get in the way, so Jenny stretched her
arms out.

   The only effect this had was to put strain on the poppers holding her
suit closed across her magnificent and hefty breasts.  Olly stumbled
momentarily when he saw the two massive mounds of joy thrust towards him,
but shook his head and continued.

   Lana cursed again, she was not happy with her current predicament, she
had managed to slip away from the audience and make it up high into the
rafters.  She was currently crawling on all fours over a gangway over
looking the studio.  At the end of the walkway was a control box she had
discovered; by pressing herself against a fat, sweating security guard
controlled certain effects for the colourful set below.  Lana arrived at
the controls and popped up behind them smiling, they were all carefully
labelled this would be easy.

   Lana was so consumed with studying the control box that she hadn -(TM)t
noticed she had been followed to the rafters.  Kirsty and two other girls
in the Adventure scouts group had spotted her and followed.  Now Kirsty
wore an evil and vindictive grin, she would get both these women back, she
just wasn -(TM)t sure how.  Then it struck her, a flash of inspiration. 
Her evil grin became an evil smile.

   Jenny was not fairing well in the game, she was back away from Olly as
fast as she could, but the scrawny, greasy haired, pimpled-faced little
geek was tenacious.  She spun around to run for it and he grabbed a handful
of her suit and the pantyhose and pulled on her.  He wasn -(TM)t strong but
it stopped Jenny in her tracks because she was all too aware her suit
poppers were straining to contain her beautiful body as it was.  Olly
yanked her tights back and stuffed the soaking wet sponge down them, he was
sure to press the sponge and exhume some of the water on her bum.  They had
arranged for it to be freezing cold, that would teach her.

   Jenny -(TM)s eyes bulged when the freezing cold water soaked through her
panties to her bum, she even felt a trickle of the ice cold liquid run down
between her firm, peachy bum cheeks.  Jenny squealed when she felt her
nipples harden at the sensation.  She wasn -(TM)t enjoying this.  So
focused on the freezing trickle was she, that Jenny failed to notice the
poppers securing the suit together at her famous, and so desired crotch
snap open, revealing the hint of pink silk.

   Up on the walkway Lana had seen Jenny -(TM)s plight and prepared to help
out.  She had found a lever that would activate a big foam bomb and drop it
on the father, hopefully knocking him down and allowing the boy to score
more points.  She pulled back on the lever without waiting any longer.  The
bomb dropped but halted just at her side, Lana frowned at it, what was
wrong?

   She leaned over the rails to try and pull on the cord that pulled the
bomb back up.  As she did this she did not see a small hand grab the bottom
of her top and snag it on the wiring around the bomb.  Lana leaned back
satisfied nothing was wrong and pulled the lever again.  The bomb whooshed
downwards; Lana smiled, it would work.  Suddenly a sharp tug threaten to
pull Lana off her feet, her smile vanished as she heard a familiar sound.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii --iiiiii --iii --ii --iiiiip.  She knew it was the
stitching on her shirt.  She twisted around to snatch at the offending
tear, but the sudden movement was all that was needed. 
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!

   Her face went white as her beautiful, bouncing breast clad only in the
black sheer with lace pattern bra bobbed into full sight.  Had any man seen
this view he would have heaved a huge sigh of satisfaction.  The bra was
straight black, but the cups were sheer with lace flowers over the nipples,
Lana squealed in shock and fright.

    -~Not again! -(TM) she thought,  -~Not NOW! -(TM)

   Olly hadn -(TM)t missed it, the poppers at the hot, steaming babes pussy
had popped open!  He was delighted, but he knew he had to be quick, time
was running out.  He grabbed two sponges, illegal in game but worth it.  He
charged past Jenny and knocked her over, an accident, but now to his
advantage.

   Splashing the sponges into freezing water he waited.  Jenny cursed under
her breath and picked herself up, Olly squeezed both sponges into one hand
and yanked them from the water and charged at Jenny.  He squeezed the
soaking sponges on her breasts first, she yelped and her hands shot out to
the side in surprise.  The Oliver Rushnel pulled the tights as far open as
possible and, in slow motion, pressed the sponges to Jenny -(TM)s crotch to
his delight the hole was big enough and both dripping wet, freezing cold
sponges were stuffed inside Jenny -(TM)s suit, but it didn -(TM)t stop
there, to his surprise and everlasting delight the sponges found there way
into Jenny -(TM)s silk panties and right on to the beloved love spot; Jenny
-(TM)s succulent pussy.

   Jenny felt the two freezing sponges hit her well-shaved pubic hair and
kiss her inside as Olly squeezed.  She screamed just as the buzzer sounded
masking her icy shock.

   As the presenter came bounding up to Jenny, her face slowly went from 
-~blood chilled from face by frozen sponges being squeezed into my pussy
-(TM) to  -~utter embarrassment if anyone notices -(TM).

    -œSo let -(TM)s see how Olly did shall we? - And the presenter started
pulling sponges from her tights counting them as he went.

    -œGosh there cold!  Four, five. - Then he stopped.

    -œOh wait.  I see another one. - And he pulled one of the sponges
sticking from Jenny -(TM)s suit out, dragging it against her now soaking
sex, Jenny shuddered with pleasure, then went even redder.

   Completely oblivious the presenter plunged his hand into Jenny -(TM)s
suit and retrieved the other, another wave of pleasure, and then even
redder.  The whole time this had been going on, the camera was focused
elsewhere, Jenny -(TM)s soaking mounds heaving quickly; and the wet
material hugging her shape perfectly, and her rock hard nipples poking
through.

   Oliver Rushnel grinned, that had gone very well.

   The gauntlet

   The second game was now prepared, and up in the rafters Lana was feeling
the cool air caress her pert and wondrous breasts, this was making her
nipples incredibly hard and in turn making it difficult to concentrate. 
Below her Jenny was now wearing a giant foam sumo diaper and being inserted
between two inflatable walls, standing on a blow up floor.  Much like a
bouncy castle tunnel without the roof.

   Lana knew she had to do something to help Jenny this time.  She looked
at the control panel, her only hope and noticed a key that controlled the
lights.  Following the path of the most powerful spotlight in the studio,
she discovered it was aiming directly where Olly would run; she could use
it to put him off!!

   Yes.  Jenny squirmed in the foam sumo diaper it was incredibly
uncomfortable and she felt even more ridiculous than before.  Her sexy,
curvaceous butt was still clammy from the soaking, and the wet material at
the chest of the suit was still hugging her breasts.  She was thankful that
nothing had gone wrong in that game, she hadn -(TM)t lost any clothing, but
still it had been embarrassing.  And Jenny wasn -(TM)t sure if that boy had
done it on purpose, it certainly seemed that way.  The presenter turned to
the contestants and yelled,  -œStart! - And they were off again.

   Olly came bounding towards her, he would have to push past her to get to
the big foam puzzle pieces, then back past her to piece them together. 
Jenny licked her lips; she was ready this time, no more freezing cold water
to surprise her.  Olly hopped onto the tunnel and charged at Jenny.  Jenny
charged back.

   Lana was watching the action below, maybe Jenny wouldn -(TM)t need her
help after all.  Jenny and the boy scout had charged at each other, Jenny
looked like she would win, until at the last moment the boy scout bounced
off the wall and around her.  Lana knew she would have to help, she turned
to the control panel and found the right switch and waited until the boy
was looking the right way, and she flicked it on.

   Nothing.  She tried again, nothing.  Lana threw her hand over the
control panel, causing her breasts to wobble in an incredible seductive
manner.  The key was missing.  Lana crouched down and began feeling around
on the metal grate floor.  Nothing, then between the grates she saw it
hanging off a rafter.  Lana leaned off the side of the walkway and
stretched, she couldn -(TM)t reach.  Lana realised with a gulp she would
have to climb down to reach.

   Lana cocked a long, well toned leg over the side and the other followed,
as she swung towards the key her breasts swung with the bra, any man would
have messed his pants, but she was safe no one knew she was there.  Lana
steadied herself and launched a hand at the key, snatching it and throwing
it back onto the walkway, and then she looked down.  A good thirty-foot
drop.  She gulped and began to panic.  Lana hauled her self up so quickly
she never noticed her trousers snag on the rafter.

   RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!

   The seam of the trousers either side of her hips tore cleanly and her
trousers fluttered off to snag on a distant light fitting.  Lana was now
hanging thirty-foot over at least a hundred perverted boy scouts and seven
cameras, not to mention the all male camera crew, in her bra and panties.

   A sexy sheer with lace black bra, And even sexier matching panties. 
They were black and were basically two sexy sheer  -~V -(TM) panels with a
tiny bit of satin tied on either hip.  The lace flowers covered her sweet,
tender sex, but her firm bubble butt had no lace, simply sheer and very see
through.

   Lana -(TM)s panic accelerated and she nearly jumped onto the walkway and
immediately hugged her legs to her fantastic chest.  She was not going to
move.  In the shadows Kirsty and her two friends were trying so hard not to
laugh out loud, they had had nothing to do with that.

   Jenny was starting to get worried, Lana hadn -(TM)t helped and the kid
was almost finished with his puzzle.  He had the last piece and only she
stood in the way.  She gritted her teeth and awaited the rush.  Olly came
at her at full speed, as they slammed together Olly put his hands in front
of him.  With his speed and Jenny -(TM)s bad equilibrium on the bouncy
castle floor, he was able to bowl her over.  But his hands found a wet
target.  Both two very happy hands squeezed Jenny -(TM)s voluptuous
breasts; Olly could even feel two rock hard nipples.  His little hard on
pushed against his boiler suit, my god those breasts were perfect.

   Jenny squealed beneath him, her eyes firmly shut from the hit.  She hadn
-(TM)t noticed his groping yet so he took the opportunity to rub his crotch
against hers and it felt unbelievable.  Then he jumped up and made for the
far end of the tunnel, but Jenny managed to grab him and used his momentum
to pull herself up.  She stood with her back to him facing the audience,
eyes still tightly shut.  Then Olly realised she hadn -(TM)t grabbed him;
his cuff was snagged on her collar.  He pulled with all his energy.  Pop.
He began to run.  Pop, pop.  He freed himself and charged.  Pop, pop, pop,
pop.

   Jenny could feel the strain on her chest, the first pop she missed, even
the next two.  But when the last four went she noticed, because the upper
half of her suit feel limp and draped on her shoulders, she open her eyes
in time to see the contorted faces of the cheering boy scouts, as her top
fell down.

   There was a HUGE roar as Jenny -(TM)s bra came into full-unimpeded view,
right in front of camera three.  It was a sexy as fuck light pink sheer
nylon bra with two satin patches over her hard pointing out nipples.  The
straps were quite thick and had a small lace flower pattern on them.

   Jenny screeched and dropped down to cover her breasts, fortunately her
arms hadn -(TM)t slipped out so she hastily pulled the top back on.  And
blushed so hard she felt a warm flush down over her breasts and to her
pussy.

    -œWell we weren -(TM)t expecting that were we boys and girls!! - The
presenter roared.

   Jenny sob silently in the darkened recessed of the studio, that had been
so embarrassing, she didn -(TM)t know if she could continue.  She gritted
her teeth, she couldn -(TM)t let this boy beat her that would be just as
humiliating.

   Up in the Rafters Lana had begun to panic being nearly naked in such a
compromising situation had her nerves on edge, what if someone came up here
to check on something?!  She was so embarrassed just at the thought of
someone seeing her like this again!  She blushed and made her decision --

   Hand gliders

   Jenny was getting worried, Olly had won both games so far and Lana hadn
-(TM)t yet interfered.  Jenny had to admit she was worried about Lana; her
friend wouldn -(TM)t let her down unless she was in an even worse
situation.

   Just as Jenny was pondering this, and her recent on screen underwear
modelling (blush), a giant foam bomb landed on the presenter off to the
left.  He yelled comically as the big fake weapon bounced off his head and
the audience all laughed.  Jenny was giggling at him, glad that attention
was off her, when she spied the little black top laid neatly over the top
of the bomb, and a fresh surge of panic washed over her, hadn -(TM)t Lana
been wearing a black top?

   Lana could not believe this was happening again, she was so embarrassed
her entire body was glowing red despite there being no one to see her. 
Lana continued to hug her legs feeling very disappointed in herself, she
glanced down to the stage below and got a fresh surge of vertigo.

   She scanned the walkway, usually there was a harness with a safety rope
to wear, and maybe it would cover her panties whilst protecting her from a
fall.  To her delight she saw one, she scrambled over to it wiggling her
bum in such an inviting manner any man would, well you get the idea -- Lana
snatched up the harness and clicked it around her waist, her delight
disappeared, only around the waist no cover at all.  She noticed the rope
was rubberised which meant that if she fell it wouldn -(TM)t snap her in
half.

   Relieved for having some safety, if no cover (ain -(TM)t that easy!),
she went back to work.  Sheepishly at first but when she reminded herself
Jenny needed her and no one was around to see, she became braver and strode
around sexy sheer and lace underwear on full display.  She figured she
would be able to grab a suit like Jenny -(TM)s and wear that to get home,
plus she still had her underwear.

   Jenny was becoming more and more nervous as the details on this
penultimate game became apparent.  She was being strapped onto the
underside of a foam plane, the straps went over her legs and arms and she
had to bars to hold onto.  She was thankful that whilst she felt silly, she
did not look as foolish as the children did.  Both Olly and the boy were
dressed in a big cotton wool cloud; only their arms and heads were visible
over the poof of white.  Olly wasn -(TM)t too happy about it but knew it
couldn -(TM)t be helped.  The idea was simple the kids charge at the adults
and try to snatch the flags hanging off the plane.  The adults could swing
the plane this way and that making it harder for the kids to grab anything.
Olly smiled, easy enough the father was obviously stronger than Jenny; he
could win this easily.

    -œCHOCKS AWAY!! - Yelled the presenter and they were off again.

   Up in the rafters Lana had managed to find the strings that Jenny -(TM)s
plane was hooked up to, they had emergency controls to help stop the swing
if it became erratic.  Lana knew she could use these to help Jenny.

   In the shadows behind her the girls were all still enjoying the woman
-(TM)s embarrassment.

    -œWell, - Kirsty whispered.   -œIf she wants to be naked then we
should help her out. -

   With that the three expert climbers (come on go with it!) made their way
towards their prey.

   Jenny was astonished at how well she was doing; so far Olly hadn -(TM)t
managed to grab a single flag.  Every time he got near she was able to
skilfully pull the plane out of the way.  Although; the plane was sometimes
going in directions she didn -(TM)t choose.  Of course, Lana was helping
somehow.  Jenny smiled sweetly and started enjoying the ride.

   Olly however, was becoming frustrated, how could this woman move the
plane so quickly and accurately.  He kept snatching at the flags but they
were just out of reach, he glared at the hot blonde as she smiled sweetly
and whooshed past him, then he noticed a couple of things that weren -(TM)t
out of his reach.  His evil grin returned.



   Lana was pleased she was doing well no hiccups so far, then she felt a
tugging on her bra and she and her heart froze.  Almost to scared to look
down she crept a hand down her left shoulder strap then slowly over her
delectable and juicy breast only to discover that the bridge of material
stretched between her plentiful breasts was snagged on the wire pulley
system connected to Jenny -(TM)s plane, if there were a sudden jolt whilst
she was still snagged!  It didn -(TM)t bare thinking about; she released
the controls and began fiddling with the bra.

   Below Lana -(TM)s frustrated efforts to unhook herself from the pulley,
Jenny herself became worried.  The plane had stopped, and Olly was charging
towards her.  Jenny tried to swing but it was to no avail she had no
momentum and it would take a few seconds to build it up.  Olly charged
straight down the middle and raised his hand into the air grabbing the
cleavage of the hot blonde.

   Above Lana saw Olly on his attack run and knew she had to do something,
swinging Jenny would hurt the sexy black bra but that little brat yanking a
flag off might.  Lana grabbed the controls and pulled on them just a
fraction too late.

  
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
IIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!

   POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP!!!!!!

   Lana -(TM)s bra stretched her breasts teasingly hanging on to cover then
the bra straps all gave and fired the bra across the rafters.  Her gorgeous
38d breasts bounced out of their coverings, pink (suckable) nipples firm as
diamonds pointing to the sky.  Lana screamed.

   But Lana -(TM)s scream was masked but Jenny -(TM)s who was now out of
control, she was swinging wildly over the audience -(TM)s heads, over the
camera crew.  But that was the worst part her suit had been pulled
completely undone that sexy pink sheer nylon and satin bra strained to keep
her bountiful, bouncing breasts in control.

   But now her sexy and very tight (like tiger!) silk thong was in view. 
It was a simple thong a high French cut, which meant it sat high on Jenny
-(TM)s lusciously curved hips, but the centre cut low down her tummy to the
promised land.  In the same pink as the bra, the view had the entire crowd
on its feet hands stretched into the air desperate for the faintest stroke
of Jenny -(TM)s skin or sexy underwear.  The roar was unbelievably
deafening, Jenny struggled and struggled but could not get a hand to cover
her up.  She watched wide-eyed as hands stretched and stroked across her
body.

    -~Oh my god -(TM) Jenny thought.   -~What if someone hooks my bra?  Or
my THONG!! -(TM) She began to sob and clenched her eyes closed.

   Up on the cat walk Lana struggled to pull Jenny under control and cover
her magnificent breasts with just one arm, she finally had to let both
swing free, the cool air circulating around and playing with her free
nipples.  She finally pulled Jenny under control and rushed to another,
darkened, walkway to cover and hide in.

   As soon as Jenny stopped two burly old men came and helped Jenny down.
Unfortunately they tripped and one ended up with both alluring breasts in
his squeezing hands and the other with his stroking fingers on the front of
her silk thong.  Jenny squealed blushed and ran.  She got no more than
three steps before she bounced off the presenter.

    -œMiss, please stay.  I know that was embarrassing, but we can edit it
out.  Besides it -(TM)s the last game and it -(TM)s a question round. -

   His cheerful demeanour calmed Jenny down and she agreed, at least she
had won that one.

   Final Round

   They had lied to her.  Jenny squirmed in the chair she could not believe
her bad luck.  Her breathing had quickened and her heart was pounding in
her chest so hard she could feel every beat against her breasts.

   They had lied.

   The reason for Jenny -(TM)s rapidly growing panic was evident from one
glance around her.  She sat in a chair that rested upon a sloped track;
running parallel to her was the father in the same situation.  Her nerves
were further displaced by a huge circular tank before both adults, and the
tracks beneath both chairs disappearing ominously into green and yellow
slime.  The ooze before her seemed to have bits in it and there were milky
white blobs floating around in it too.  Jenny pulled herself as far back in
her seat as possible, she was disgusted by the notion that she may very
well end up in that gunge.

   The presenter arrived at the gunk tank with the two children and they
took their places beside two levers flanking each adult.  Jenny watched
Olly climb to his lever with a horrified look on her face.  Her eyes
pleaded with him  -~please don -(TM)t do this -(TM) but it fell on deaf
ears.  Beside her the father was far more comfortable, he seem almost
relaxed.  The whole situation was knotting Jenny up inside so bad she felt
like she needed to pee.

   The question round was simple; the kids answer a question right and they
get to pull their adult up a notch.  Four questions, four chances.  In Olly
-(TM)s case only three as he had won the physical rounds.

    -œSo Olly won the heats.  So we take Miss Jenny up a notch! - The
presenter roared with delight, and Jenny -(TM)s chair backed up the track
one notch.

   Jenny gulped, fighting her nerves.  Lana had better have a plan.

   Lana had no clue what she could do to help.  Jenny was on her own for
this one.

   Lana sat on the walkway going over the tank watching the spectacle
below. Nothing she could do.

   Behind her were the three girls; Kirsty -(TM) devious mind was
formulating her last act of revenge.  She was so pleased how this had
turned out, although she had to admit that this woman had a fantastic body.


   The dark haired ladies breasts were so perfect, and those hard little
pink nipples she just wanted to bite them.  Kirsty stopped herself and
shook her head, she realised she actually wanted to see Lana completely
naked, she even wanted to brush her fingers over the no doubt well shaved
pubic hair, and kiss up the inside of the woman -(TM)s thighs and taste her
-- Kirsty grimaced, she felt funny.

    -œWhat is the capitol of Spain?  Olly. - The presenter finally asked
his first question.

    -œMadrid. - Olly answered confidently.

   The presenter and crowd cheered as Jenny went up.

    -œBoy.  What is the chemical abbreviation NA used for? - The presenter
asked.

    -œNot applicable? - Said the boy, and the crowd cheered again to Jenny
-(TM)s surprise.

    -œOlly.  What do bees make? - Jenny was sure the presenter was smiling
at her.

    -œHoney. - Jenny went up a notch.

    -œBoy answer this or Olly could win and Jenny will be in the slime. -

   An  -~Ewww -(TM) erupted from the crowd.   -œNice and easy, take your
time.  What is the meaning of existence? -

    -œBe buggered if I know. - Another cheer, and the father was rubbing
his hands together and trying to get a better view in his seat.

    -œOlly answer this and you -(TM)ve won.  Who is commander in chief of
America? -

    -œThe president. - The loudest cheer exploded from the crowd and Jenny
lost control of her nerves.  She panicked and started pleading with Olly,
with anyone.

    -œPlease little boy, I -(TM)ll do anything.  Don -(TM)t do this please;
I -(TM)m so sorry for whatever I -(TM)ve done to upset you.  Olly please,
PLEASE! -

   But Olly didn -(TM)t care he pulled the lever down and Jenny -(TM)s
chair went shooting towards the gunk.  As she did she heard an all to
familiar and heart stopping sound.

   RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

   Her suit had snagged on the track at the top and tore completely from
her lush, tantalising body.  Her gorgeous boobs clad in the sheer nylon and
satin bra was once again exposed for all to see.  Her silk pink thong on
view for all in the crowd, and behind the cameras.  In the control booth
they were zooming in.

   Jenny squealed in shock and despair, why always her?  The green and
yellow slime came rushing towards her; the chair came to the end of its run
and tipped.

   But Jenny remained in her seat.  At least her bra held her there snagged
onto the soft material of the seat.  The bridge between her breasts
strained to hold on as her entire weight was placed on it.  Suddenly Jenny
realised her luck and snatched her hands behind her to hold on to the
chair. She got it; she had the back of the chair in her hands holding her
away from the ooze.  That was all her bra needed, her movement pushed her
breasts out further and as if in slow motion and the songs of the gods had
begun the bra snapped.

   The two mighty 38dd cups flew aside and the firm; milky skin of Jenny
-(TM)s full-bodied breasts came in to hushed view.  Her deep pink nipples
standing ashamedly to attention; pointing to the crowd.  They were
delicate, tender and so inviting.

    -œFuck me, those are gorgeous. - The presenter mumbled over the
speakers into the hushed awe and reverence.

   Jenny held herself for a moment and then just shrieked.  Her face went
bright, burning red and she flung her arms across the wondrous chest just
as the almighty cheer lifted from the crowd.  Jenny hovered momentarily,
and then plunged head first into the gunge; her gaping mouth gulping down a
mouthful, only to discover it was CUSTARD!  With colouring, and some white
stuff.  She splayed about in the sudden cold of the custard gunge, she rose
and sunk like a bobbing apple any thought of covering her breasts gone.

   She rose up and everyone watched with silent perversion as the custard
dripped from her nipples, or trailed down her cleavage, over her tummy and
into her thong.  When she sunk again she rolled revealing her thong to the
audience and her stiflingly hot arse.  The two perfect peaches rose in the
sludge and the shape of her pussy lips could be seen under the matted silk
thong.

   Lana could stand it no longer and she stood to leave in search of some
clothes.  She turned and was confronted by a hot looking teenager.

   The girl had long dark hair with streaks of red and blonde in it, her
face was very pretty but held in a constant cocky look.  Her pale blue eyes
bore into the heavenly breasts at her eye level.  Lana was suddenly shocked
and tried to cover herself.

    -œSo it -(TM)s you -- - Lana started but was muffled as the teenager
grabbed her head and thrust her tongue into Lana -(TM)s mouth.  The
beautiful young woman was caught so off guard she dropped her arms, and a
roving, soft hand traced down into the sexy black panties.  Lana -(TM)s
eyes bulged in desperate shock as the finger entered her.

   My god this kid is fingering me!!  And it -(TM)s a GIRL!!!!!!!  Lana
-(TM)s mind screamed at her.

   Kirsty withdrew her tongue, their saliva leaving a bridge between them.
Lana was paralysed with shock.

    -œI -(TM)ll see you and your friend again.  But I wanna keep these as a
souvenir. - Kirsty indicated the panties by pulling on the waistband.

   Then in a sudden motion bent down to her knees and whipped the panties
down to Lana -(TM)s ankles, Kirsty -(TM)s desire over took her mind and she
licked the hot pussy before her.  Lana was now standing naked in a TV
studio, her lush neatly shaven pubic hair was on display for a coming out
lesbian.  Lana freaked out.  She tried to step backwards away from the
probing tongue only to trip on the panties.  She fell over the edge.

   Screaming as she hurtled toward the tank of gunge she remembered the
harness the rubber rope.  It would pull her back out of view, in a moment
of bravery she decided to grab Jenny and save her from the torment.

   The crowd cheered at the stunning display, the hot blonde was in only
her thong thrashing about in the slime.  And in a heartbeat it got better,
they all glanced up when they heard a scream, but the hot body of a dark
haired foxy babe BUTT naked coming into view was unexpected.

   Many of the kids made a mess in their trousers when they saw the
perfectly rounded 38d breasts come into view.  Many more messed themselves
when it was revealed she had a sexily shaved pussy, that was as tantalising
as it was unreachable.

   Lana grabbed Jenny -(TM)s flailing arms and hauled her out of the gunge.

   SHHHHHHHLLLLLLOOOOOOP!!!!!!

   Jenny -(TM)s thong couldn -(TM)t handle the weight of the slime and
slipped delicately off as she was hauled from the tank.

   Lana -(TM)s plan also backfired the added weight halted the rope in it
ascent.  They now hovered over the gunk tank both completely stark frigging
naked.

   Jenny -(TM)s fabulously, neatly shaved blonde bush on show to the
audience, and the cameras.  And above that wonder her massive heavy breasts
trickled and dripped with coloured custard.  Above her Lana -(TM)s hot
perfect breasts stretched to hold Jenny and her sex haven neatly shaved and
dark black.  And above her the rope snapped.

   Both naked hotties plunged into the tank of custard and were dunked up
to their hair.  The father couldn -(TM)t stand it anymore, his throbbing
hard on was so painful, he reached over and pushed his own lever, as he
hurtled to the gunk and the two hottest babes in the history of the world.
He stripped his suit and dived in after them also butt naked with a
throbbing cock.

   He landed on Lana who threw her hands up to protect herself, only to be
pushed under the slime.  Jenny had frantically begun searching for her
panties and was on her hands and knees facing away from the father.  His
lips were lucky enough to kiss hers and his tongue lashed out with
pleasure.

   Beneath him Lana had grabbed the easiest thing to pull her self up with,
her mistake as she brought her face directly in the firing line of his
cock. She released it in disgust and only then realised that the hot white
goop running down her face was not custard.  She screamed as he hit her
three more times.

   Jenny -(TM)s eyes bulged and she had to bite her lip for just as he came
the father thrust his tongue deep into her.  Her pleasure at the intrusion
was frightening to her.  She screamed and leapt from the tank, Lana was
right behind her and the both sprinted away, powered by unearthly
embarrassment and terror.  Their breasts bobbing freely perky nipples
crying for attention.  Some of the crowd followed them but most were
already wasted.

   Jenny and Lana rushed from the studio and blitzed for the car park, the
wolf whistles and gasps of disgust went unnoticed.

   Trying desperately to cover themselves they arrived at their car.

    -œKeys.  Oh Christ everything is back in there and they -(TM)re
coming!! - Jenny balled.

    -œWait! - Lana screeched and disappeared down to the tyre rim and
jumped up again.   -œEmergency keys, I forget my bag a lot! - With that
they jumped in the car and drove off.  Stopping for nothing.

   2 days later

   Jenny sat on a chair at the picnic table in Lana -(TM)s garden, she
still had not shifted the red from her face the whole ordeal was still
embarrassing her.  That morning they had received their clothes, although
Lana -(TM)s and Jenny -(TM)s panties were missing they didn -(TM)t say why,
and a note informing them that the show would not be taken to editing and
the film destroyed.  Much to both women -(TM)s relief.

   Jenny turned to her paper and flipped it to the front page.  She spat
her coffee out when she saw the photograph.  The father from the game show
had been arrested and the picture of him was when they retrieved him from
the tank still butt naked.  The caption read arrested for date rape -- man
says it was worth it -- As she studied the picture she saw the young scout
girl, long dark hair and cocky grin.

   Jenny -(TM)s eyes nearly fell from their sockets when she saw the girl
had her and Lana -(TM)s panties hanging from her hands.  Lana joined Jenny
at the table and saw the photograph too.  Both women began to glow a
brighter red --

   In the quite of his personal cinema the bright cheerful presenter leaned
back in his seat.  Eight of his best friends all sat around him quietly
chatting about what they were about to see.  The presenter mused happily to
himself, those kids had had a great idea bringing that blonde onto the
show. He started the reel and waited.

    -œThis better be worth the money we paid. - Said one friend off to the
left.

    -œIt sure is. - Said the presenter.   -œAnd remember tell your friends
or work colleagues for a slightly higher price they get to see too. -

   The room went silent, then in awe and as one the friends whispered 
-œWhoa, that blonde is HOT!! - And on screen Jenny seemed to blush as she
appeared on an unscreened episode of  -~Get Your Own back -(TM), trying to
beat Oliver Rushnel.



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   Carry on Camping!  By ?

   A couple of days away from her prankster  -~friend -(TM), Ashley was
what Jenny needed.  What better way to enjoy her spring break and forget
all her troubles than to hike out into the country, pitch a tent for the
night, and relax in the peace and quiet, miles from anywhere.

   All was going well throughout the afternoon, even if the sun had gone in
and the sky was turning a little dark.  Jenny found a suitable clearing in
the woods and, with only a minimum of scrabbling about, erected her tent.
No sooner had she achieved this than it started to rain!  Jenny crawled
inside the tent and listened to the heavy splattering on the canvas above
her.  After a while, the noise seemed to stop and Jenny poked her head out
of the tent to assess the situation.  She wasn't quite prepared for what
she saw - it was snowing!  and heavily too.  A fearsome wind was whistling
all around the forest and snow was beginning to drift against her tent.

   "I thought it was supposed to be Spring!" shouted Jenny - with no one
around to hear her.

   It was time for Jenny to get into some warmer clothes.  She slipped out
of her shorts and sweater.  Being done too happy with her situation, Jenny
expressed this by tossing her garments carelessly aside.  Bad move.  They
landed just outside the door of the tent and were immediately picked up by
the wind and carried off into the wilderness to adorn some treetop or
other. Jenny was past caring - she reached into her rucksack for some jeans
and a thick jumper - at least she had come prepared.

   YEEOOWWCCCH!  Something very painful happen to Jenny's fingers and she
whipped them quickly out of the rucksack to find a lethal looking
mouse-trap attached to them.  As she removed it from her throbbing fingers
she saw the note attached to it - Love from Ashley - her scream was carried
away on the wind!

   Inside the note was more writing - "Dear Jenny, Hope you enjoy your time
away.  You've obviously found my 'going away present'.  Oh, I also helped
you pack your rucksack.  Happy Tramping!  Love, Ash."

   "What does she mean?" gasped Jenny, who distinctly remembered packing
her own rucksack.  She began to sob as she scrabbled through her
belongings. All she could find was heaps and heaps of sexy underwear!

   "Please don't let this be happening!" blubbered Jenny "I'm going to
freeze to death out here!".

   Right at the bottom of the sack she did manage to find the skinniest of
T-shirts bearing the words 'Bimbo' across the bosom area, and a very short
tight skirt.

   "Oh, thanks a lot, Ashley!....I'll be fine in these!"

   Jenny moaned sarcastically as she got dressed, her anger beginning to
take over from her fear.  She wasn't going to freeze to death staying here
all night.  She was going to walk to the nearest road, get a lift back to
civilisation (she was, after all, perfectly attired for hitch-hiking!) and
then strangle her friend horrors whilst she slept!  With that, Jenny
marched purposefully out into the snow.

   It was not long before Jenny had completely lost her bearings.  The wind
and snow had calmed down but the going was tough even though she was still
wearing her walking boots; the visibility was poor in the snow; but most of
all, she was freezing to death in her skimpy outfit!

   Jenny's teeth were chattering, she had goose bumps on her goose bumps,
and the nipples on her 34DD hooters were swollen and hard.  She hugged her
arms around her self but was beginning to despair of ever getting out of
this crazy situation alive.  It was then that she saw a light in a clearing
ahead of her - it was a camp fire!  She tried to run towards it but her
legs wouldn't work properly, she began to lose balance as she pitched
forward and she hit the deck - sinking face first into the snow.  This was
probably the most efficient way of making progress, as there was a gentle
slope all the way down to the campsite.  The now barely conscious Jenny
began to slide forward, picking up speed as she went but ploughing deeper
into the snow as well.

   The troop of Boy Scouts were sitting around their campfire when they
heard a whooshing noise behind them.  They all turned round to see an
object the size of a person sliding towards them, tunnelling into the snow
as it went.  They arose from the log they had been sitting on waited for
the object to come to a halt.  It did this by crashing into the log!  A
very muffled "Ouch!" alerted them to the fact that the object was a person,
in fact it sounded like a member of the fairer sex!

   The Scouts began to shovel the snow from around the poor girl and were
eventually able to haul her to her feet.  They could hardly believe their
eyes.  They asked Jenny if she was alright but her teeth were chattering
too hard to answer.

   One lad looked quizzically at her T-shirt - "I should think you are a
Bimbo for being out in the weather dressed like that!".

   Jenny would have dearly loved to explain her predicament but was in no
fit state to do so.  When she did manage to speak it was only two words and
then in a very faltering manner.

   "Beat.....Me".  She managed, through chattering teeth.

   "I beg your pardon?" replied the scout who had spoken to her.

   "I'm.....freezing...to.....death." bleated Jenny, picking up momentum

   "Strip....me.....and.....beat....me...with....sticks".  Jenny knew that
this was the only was to get warm.  She had been on the receiving end of a
few spankings but this was the first time she had begged for one!  She was
now craving the glowing warmth that such a beating produced.  The Scouts
lost no time in obeying her instructions.  They were camping in a Birch
grove so the branches that they gathered were perfect.  The peeled off
Jenny's sodden garments and set to work.

   Jenny could feel nothing at first.  Blows rained down on her buttocks,
legs, tummy, breasts, arms, and back but she was too cold to register any
sensation.  The Scouts were all working up a sweat by the time Jenny began
to tingle.  She slowly turned from blue to white to pink to red.  She could
now feel warm blood circulating around her body.  She asked the boys to
stop but they didn't seem to hear her, so enthusiastic they were in their
task!  Jenny was yelling at the top of her voice before they finally got
the message that she was warm enough now thank you very much!

   Jenny was given a blanket and a hot mug of tea.  She now felt like she
was in Heaven and spent the next few hours laughing and joking and telling
ghost stories around the camp fire with the Scouts.  She managed to dry her
underwear over the fire but discarded the T-shirt and Skirt that Ashley had
"kindly" supplied her with.  Anyway, her new friends had promised her a
tent for the night and some new clothes in the morning.  She said her good
nights and retired to bed.  She slept soundly and soon it was morning.

   As Jenny emerged from the tent she was greeted with wolf-whistles and
cat-calls.  She had kept her walking boots on but her new outfit was a
sight to behold - she was wearing a spare scouts uniform - grey flannel
shorts and a thin green sweater.

   Being the shape that she was, Jenny looked a little odd.  The shorts
were designed to fit a young boy, and whilst Jenny definitely had the
waist, her hips and buttocks were straining at the seams - there was not a
fraction of space left inside the shorts, she had even considered
discarding her panties to make a looser fit but if the stretched fabric did
rip she did not want to be left bare.  The sweater too was impossibly tight
- her breasts pushed the material to its absolute limit, the bottom of the
sweater didn't quite reach the top of the shorts either, leaving a good few
inches of smooth midriff on display.

   Jenny did a twirl and even gave the scouts a bit of a jiggle!  She was
feeling happy that she had been rescued, the sun was out and the snow had
all but melted.

   Slowly though, she began to realise what sort of looks she was getting.
She told herself to remember that these were young men full of hormones -
and that usually meant trouble for her!  Jenny quickly offered to cook
breakfast for everyone.  As she cooked and served the porridge it helped
slightly to take her mind off the fact that she quite definitely was being
stared at!

   Soon it was time to pack up and head for home.  As Jenny had completely
lost her way, the scouts were only too eager to let her join them on the
hike back to civilisation.

   As they set off, Jenny decided she would deliberately remain at the back
of the party.  That way, no one would be able to ogle her curvaceous
backside whilst she walked - the last thing she wanted to do was give them
any encouragement.

   The disappointed boys grumbled amongst themselves when they realised
that Jenny was depriving them of their view.  They had not gone very far
before reaching a particularly dense section of the forest.  Ahead of them
a sturdy branch blocked the path.  The scouts were able to duck under quite
easily and carry on walking.  As Jenny approached the branch she thought
she would have to crawl, or limbo, under as she was somewhat taller than
the boys and the branch was chest-height to her.

   However, two boys directly ahead of her grabbed hold of the branch and
began to pull it back from the path so that she could walk through - they
struggled against the force of it but eventually managed to clear the way.

   Jenny smiled sweetly "You didn't have to go to that trouble but thank
you anyway" she said, beginning to relax again in the company of the boys.

   Jenny started to walk past but unfortunately, when she reached the point
where the branch had been, somehow the scouts managed to lose their grip on
the branch!  It went twanging back to its original position - a position
which was at that moment occupied by Jenny's firm young breasts.

   With a force similar to a vicious swing of a baseball bat, her boobs
were completely flattened against her.  She was also thrown off her feet
and sent flying through the air to land, in a sitting position, with a
bone-shaking thump on the forest floor.

   The boys quickly gathered round and, trying to hide their smirks,
apologised for their clumsiness whilst asking if she was alright.  Jenny
did not seem to respond.  She was sitting bolt upright but her eyes were
crossed and it looked as if she were about to pass out.  It was only when a
couple of lads rushed forward offering to "rub them better" that she came
to her senses.

   "Get away from me!" she snapped angrily "I'm alright, I don't need any
help!".

   Jenny certainly did not feel alright - after the initial shock and
numbness her tits were beginning to throb like mad, it felt like they were
ready to burst out of her ridiculously clingy sweater.  Her bottom lip
began to tremble as she stumbled to her feet.

   "I've decided I'm going to walk at the front!" she exclaimed and started
off along the path.  This was partly so that a similar 'accident' wouldn't
happen again but also so that she could hide the tears of pain and
humiliation that were beginning to roll down her cheeks.  The scouts all
gave the thumbs up to each other and then set their collective gaze on
Jenny's wiggling arse as she forged ahead.

   After about ten minutes of this delicious spectacle, it all became too
much for one poor lad and he could resist temptation no longer.  He took a
catapult from out of his pocket and stooped to pick up a large pebble. 
Loading his ammunition he pulled back the elastic as far as it would go and
took aim at the inviting target.  Whoosh!  the stone shot through the air
and connected hard with Jenny's rear-end, making a very satisfying
"thwacking" sound before bouncing off.

   The unsuspecting brunette shrieked in pain and alarm, both her hands
instinctively coming round to clasp the injured area.  Unfortunately, this
sudden movement disrupted the momentum of her stride and she stumbled. 
Pitching forward, Jenny didn't seem to have time to bring her arms back
round to break her fall.  It was her throbbing boobs which were the first
to thud onto the forest floor, closely followed by the rest of her body! 
As the ground was still wet from the snow, her landing was accompanied by
loud GLOP!

   Again, Jenny lay motionless for a while, emitting a low pitched groaning
noise, slightly muffled by a mouthful of mud.  Meanwhile, the scout who had
fired the catapult was looking up into the tree above where Jenny lay.  He
could not believe his eyes - this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, he
could never forgive himself if he passed it by!

   Hanging from a branch, about ten feet directly above the girl's
protruding derriere, was a bees nest.  As the lad took aim with his
catapult, he knew what he was doing was extremely cruel - the poor bees
would have to build themselves a new home - but he knew he had to do it
anyway!  The pebble hit the nest at exactly the right spot, causing it to
break at the top and plummet down from the branch.

   Jenny was just beginning to gather some wits when she felt a heavy thud
on her bottom.  This was closely followed by the sensation of something
very warm and sticky soaking rapidly through the material of her shorts and
knickers and beginning to spread across her inner thighs as well.  Without
getting up she turned her head to see what had happened.  Her backside was
covered in honey - large lumps of waxy honeycomb also adorned her and were
in the process of sliding off to fall on the ground around her.  It was
only then that she registered the swarm of bees that were beginning to buzz
angrily around the honey-soaked region of her body!

   Jenny was on her feet and moving fast by the time the first sting dug
into her flesh.  This sting was followed by another; then another; then
another.  Within the next few seconds this had multiplied to somewhere near
a hundred.  Jenny's only thought was to run for the nearby river - about
fifty yards away - and immerse herself where the bees couldn't follow.

   Although she was close to setting a new land speed record, the run felt
like an eternity, sting upon sting piercing her honey covered throbbing
bottom until she was delirious with pain and shrieking at the top of her
voice.  By the time she flung herself full length into the shallow stream
she almost unconscious - soon regaining her senses though as she surfaced,
coughing and spluttering, for she had gone under open-mouthed.  Jenny
quickly gulped in some air (not quick enough to stop one angry bee from
stinging her on the nose though!) and went back under - this time for as
long as she could possibly manage.

   For the boys who had watched her, the sprint had gone far too quick. 
Jenny's bouncing breasts, flecks of mud flying off of them, had been quite
a sight as she raced for the water and it was all over too soon. 
Compensation was to be found in the sight that now met their eyes as Jenny
came up for badly needed air, her lungs were ready to burst - certainly if
the tightness of her sweater was anything to go by!

   The bees had gone now and Jenny started to wade towards the bank.  Water
was cascading off her as she clambered on to dry land.  Her hair was
plastered to her face, her already tight outfit had now darkened several
shades and had basically become part of her skin, and her boots made a
lovely squelching noise with each step.

   The scouts were making no effort to hide their mirth by now, in fact
they were all pointing at her and aching with laughter.  Any sympathy they
showed was clearly a mockery and there were the inevitable suggestions of
"shall we rub it better?"

   "Anyone comes Anywhere near me and I shall scream the forest down" she
seethed angrily.

   She was trying to hide any fear in her voice because the pain in her
swollen backside was beyond belief and she knew that the slightest touch to
that area would bring unbearable agony.  Her badly bruised tits now felt
like a minor inconvenience.

   "You adopt that tone with us and you will get a spanking!" warned one of
the older boys who seemed to have picked up on her fear.

   This remark left Jenny quaking in her boots and she quickly bit her lip
to hold back an involuntary sob of despair.

   "I'm sorry" bleated the poor blonde girl "I didn't mean to annoy you."

   Another scout then told her to shut up and get moving again - she had
been slowing them down all morning.  Jenny was reluctant to follow this
instruction because it would put her ravished bottom on display again, but
the threat of a full blown spanking was enough to send her forging off
ahead once more.

   The scouts followed behind her, giggling between themselves and quite
obviously planning what might next befall their unfortunate female
companion.........



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   Smoke and Mirrors by leisurely59

   Jenny ended her call from Ashley feeling a familiar sense of
trepidation. So many of their outings ended in inexplicable disaster but
once again she hadn -(TM)t been able to say  -œno - to her friend -(TM)s
proposal.

   Possibly she had agreed to dinner and a show because John was gone on an
unscheduled business trip and she was at loose ends for the evening. 
Besides Jenny was sure she had seen Scouts in the neighborhood earlier and
maybe discretion was the better part of valor.

   Ashley had been cagey about details of the show but did say it was a
truly  -œeye-popping - magic act.  Glancing at the clock she saw there was
just enough time to get ready and dashed upstairs to pick out her clothes
and grab a quick shower.

   Jenny had finished her shower and stood in front of the mirror doing her
make-up.  The fluffy bath towel she was wrapped in rose above her cheeks
when she leaned forward.  It was a glorious sight wasted by the lack of an
audience.  With a few quick dabs of completely unnecessary war paint, Jenny
strode briskly into her bedroom to get dressed but paused to check no
unexpected eyes were on her and only then, discarded the protective towel.
Her clothes were laid out and she wanted to be dressed to forestall any
style  -œsuggestions - from Ashley.

   Quickly she shimmied up her panties, prim white in color but sexy thong
in style.  Next she wrestled her breasts into the restraint of a matching
strapless bra.  Strictly speaking the bra was rendered unnecessary by the
top she had selected but Jenny was determined to take no chances.  The top
was a confection of deep crimson brocade and dark leather strapping. 
Although the bustier exposed the top third of her chest it was solidly
stitched and extensively boned.  This garment would never shift or fail a
critical moment and it had the additional advantage of being closed by both
a strong zipper AND solid buckles.  Nothing short of supernatural forces
could defeat this top.

   Brief doubt flickered in Jenny -(TM)s eyes at the sight of her soft
flesh cresting slightly above the cups but since she planned to wear a
jacket over she shook off her misgiving.  Jenny slipped into a micro-suede
skirt that hugged her curves and ended an inch below her top.  For shoes
she had her latest footwear acquisition, a pair of above the knee boots
made from soft as butter Italian leather and sporting four-inch heels. 
Last of all, Jenny shrugged on her biker -(TM)s jacket.  Specially tailored
for her the leather garment faithfully followed every breath-taking curve
providing a dangerous distraction to any motorists in its vicinity.

   Impatient knocking announced Ashley -(TM)s arrival but Jenny took the
time to quickly evaluate her appearance.  An edgier than usual woman looked
back at her from the full-length mirror but the clothes fit her properly
and exposed a minimal amount of flesh; just a discrete V of cleavage, a
narrow gap between top and skirt to show off her trim tummy and a little
bit of shapely thigh above her boot top.  Smiling and optimistic, Jenny
flounced from the room and jiggled down the stairs.

   Ashley felt a flash of irritation when the door swung open and she saw
Jenny was ready to go.  She had arrived early in hopes of selecting an 
-œappropriate - outfit for the evening but hid her disappointment as the
women hugged hello.  Ashley consoled herself with the thought that in the
end it really wouldn -(TM)t make any difference.  The jealous brunette had
dressed herself in a sexy skintight outfit of severe black but she was
convinced that all eyes would be unfairly focused on the blond yet again.

   A wide-eyed bicyclist seconded her point by colliding with some bins
while watching Jenny fold herself into Ashley -(TM)s tiny convertible.

   Jenny tried to coax more information from her companion during the drive
but Ashley only smiled and said she didn -(TM)t want to ruin the surprise.
Besides the hooting horns of passing trucks made conversation difficult.

   Night had fallen before Ashley whipped the vehicle into a space and shut
off the engine.  She checked her watch with satisfaction.  They were right
on time and everything was going smoothly.  The striking pair attracted a
good deal of attention as they followed a steady stream of people down a
set of steps and into the venue.

   Using a combination of bribery, sexual favors and a secret accomplice
Ashley had secured them a place in the front row.  While waiting to be
seated Jenny realized the room was oppressively overheated.  Halfway to
their table perspiration was beading on her skin and by the time she was
seated a trickle had begun the plunge into her ample cleavage.  Jenny
sighed in frustration but bowed to the inevitable and slipped out of her
jacket to forestall heat stroke.

   Conversations at neighboring tables subsided and the waiters became ever
present but otherwise the two women were able to enjoy their meals in
peace. Ashley kept urging drinks on a resisting Jenny who became tipsier
than she liked to be but still much less drunk than Ashley had wanted her.
Ashley on the other hand had indulged a great deal in trying to get her
friend smashed.  All in all, Jenny was grateful when show time dimmed the
lights and slowed the pace of drinking.

   Creepy music composed of mainly minor keys and sub-sonic tones announced
the start of the entertainment.  A narrow spotlight lit a hooded figure
sitting cross-legged in mid-air.  The magician lifted his right hand and
green smoke boiled from his palm.  Sparks flashed in its interior and lit
the swirling coils like a miniature thunderstorm.  When it reached four
feet in height it stopped expanding and hovered in place.  With an
identical gesture of his left hand, the magician produced another cloud in
a deep purple.  Briefly the pair flanked their master then at his word and
gesture soared out into the audience.  Dodging through the crowd they left
behind them a trail of oh -(TM)s and ah -(TM)s and an occasional scream.

   Jenny yelped with surprise as one, the green, swooped along her bare
shoulders and left behind an electric tingle where it touched her.  Ashley
had decided to rest her eyes and was curled up snoring on Jenny -(TM)s
jacket.  From the stage the magician spoke again and his creations zoomed
obediently to him.  The smokes whirled around his hands in a Technicolor
vortex then disappeared with a flash and a double boom.  The magician
tossed back his hood and smiled at the applauding audience.

   Jenny was trying to rouse Ashley or at least tug her friend -(TM)s skirt
down and tuck her breasts back inside her low blouse.  Annoyed by the
shapely blonde -(TM)s lack of attention the magician decided to modify his
act for her  -œbenefit -.  From the edge of the stage he called for three
volunteers and quickly selected two beefy men and a surprised Jenny.  Her
neighbors urged her on the stage before she could decline or even recover
her jacket.  Embarrassed at being the focus of so many eyes, Jenny mumbled
her replies as the magician bantered with his three helpers.

   He announced his next illusion would be a technique used by Egyptian
embalmers to ease the processing of mummies.  Placing Jenny between his
other two helpers the magician had her fold her arms on her chest
Nefertiti-style.  Using two conjured scarves he loosely bound Jenny -(TM)s
wrists while chanting something that at least sounded like an ancient
Egyptian incantation.  The ends of the scarves he handed to the helpers who
were flanking his lovely assistant.

    -œOn my signal, gentleman.  One, two, three, PULL! -

   As the men heaved Jenny felt a strong jerk then her hands were free. 
The audience roared with laughter.  Jenny was mortified to see a white
strapless bra disturbingly similar to her own knotted between the two
scarves and hanging in full view of the crowd.  Although she didn -(TM)t
quite believe it was hers the idea some people might think it had been
magically snatched off her body was horrible.  Jenny -(TM)s bright pink
face only encouraged louder and longer applause.  When the noise died down
the magician thanked his male helpers and shooed them off the stage.  He
detained Jenny with a grip on her elbow she was some how unable to shake
off.

   A pair of stagehands rolled a large box from the wings.  It was similar
to the classic saw-a-woman-in-half apparatus except it was oriented
vertically and besides the end caps, completely transparent.

   Interested in spite of herself, Jenny forgot to escape when the magician
released her arm.  Deftly he opened the box and smoothly guided her inside.
Years of practice enabled him to lock her in place before it occurred to
her to un-volunteer.  At this point most of the men and many of the women
would have been happy simply to admire Jenny -(TM)s captured body and
enjoyed the sensual quiver brought on by her nervous breathing.  Several
360-degree turns of the box displayed Jenny -(TM)s body from all sides and
allowed an expectant hush to fall.  As it turned the box filled with smoke
until only a vague suggestion of her form was visible.

   From one of his assistants, the magician accepted a six foot ebony
spear. Jenny watched the wickedly barbed head nervously as it approached. A
sudden lunge drove the point through the box and out other side with a loud
bang.  Jenny flinched at the sound and closed her eyes but it looked to the
audience that she was reacting to the spear -(TM)s passage.  The crowd
gasped then began to titter nervously.  Smoke trails leaked from the
entrance and exit holes but what had elicited the giggles was the pair of
prim white thong panties dangling from the lance point.

   Whispered arguments broke out between the credulous and sophisticated
about ringers and sleight of hand.  Some people thought the smoke in the
box had dissipated slightly.  Her vision limited by the solid end cap,
Jenny was happily ignorant of the source of the crowd -(TM)s amusement.

   The room quieted when the magician picked up another spear.  Again he
lunged with his full weight behind the weapon and drove it through the box
and from her reaction, seemingly, Jenny also.  There was a long intake of
breath by the audience then loud cheering.  Fixed to the end was a pennant
of suede that might be a skirt.  More smoke was leaking at the new
punctures and the smoke inside WAS noticeable thinner.  True believers
argued violently with skeptics about the reality of the ultra-feminine
silhouette crossed by two dark bars but even the skeptics held their breath
when the magician picked up a third spear.

   Carrying the spear over his shoulder at a jaunty angle, the magician
walked in a slow circle around Jenny -(TM)s box.  Smoke continued to leak
from the sides as he turned the apparatus one leisurely revolution.  The
audience waited in absolute silence.  Jenny was having trouble catching her
breath as the tension grew moment by moment.  Taking careful aim the
magician drew back his arm and drove the spear through the box.  The crowd
moaned as the weapon penetrated and burst from the other side with a
familiar looking bustier swaying gently from its tip.

   Scattered applause began while the magician quickly freed the three
spears and tossed them off stage.  The hanging clothing dropped to the
floor as each shaft was withdrawn.  He gave Jenny -(TM)s box one last turn
before he faced her toward the room and opened the apparatus.  The
remaining smoke rose into the air and blurred Jenny -(TM)s vision as she
stepped on the stage naked except for her tall boots.  Gallantly the
illusionist steadied her with an arm around her waist.

   Still unaware of her vanished modesty she was confused by the riotous
reaction of the audience to what seemed to her a fairly ordinary magic
trick.  Suddenly, Jenny realized his hand was gently stroking her BARE hip
and the silk material of his sleeve was pressed to her BARE back and his
shirt was brushing against her BARE ribs.  With elaborate casualness she
rolled her eyes downward then froze in the pert glare of her twin
headlights.  The crowd thundered on with the paralyzed woman glowing redder
by the second.  Finally, the spell broke when the magician turned to thank
her.

   Long legs churning Jenny bolted for the wings to be met by the request
for her signature on a liability waiver in exchange for clothes.  John
stood proudly at the back of the room and basked in the public admiration
of his lovely wife.  A disheveled Ashley slid inconspicuously to the floor
to be discovered several hours later by an appreciative cleaning crew.  The
audience spent the rest of the evening in heated discussion of whether or
not the magnificent blond had been a plant.  The film people packed their
gear and agreed that, fake or not, the sequence would be the high point of
their television special.



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   Jenny and the Boys School by Bernanke41

   After her problems as both a gym and sex education teacher, Jenny set
out to regain her dignity while attempting to remain in the teaching field.
Not only did she love dealing with children, (no matter how many times it
seemed to blow up in her face), but she desperately needed the money.  She
was determined to gain attention for her teaching skills, not just for her
pretty face and gorgeous body.

   Jenny finally landed a job as an aid at the Springwood Boys Middle
School.  This she felt was a great opportunity in that it was a well funded
school, and if she were able to somehow land a full-time position she would
be in great shape.  Because of this, Jenny dealt with the marginal tasks
she was asked to complete such as making copies and fetching coffee without
complaint.

   She did it all with a smile on her face, trying not to ruffle any
feathers.  The boys in the school all loved her as well, though she didn
-(TM)t realize that they felt this way due to the fact that she was the
only pretty young woman they saw all day, and not for her prowess as a
teacher or for her pleasant demeanor.

   Because many of the teachers were older, clueless and protected by
tenure, the students had less and less respect for their authority.  They
cut classes, stayed at recess for longer than was permitted, and hung out
in the bathrooms.

   The worst part was that the administrators at Springwood did little to
curtail this behavior, thus undermining their teachers -(TM) credibility.
Instead they kept everything as quiet as possible so as to not upset the
parents and the alumni.  Though these groups continued to pour the money
in, experience told the headmaster Mr.  Pemberthy that they did not respond
well to their boys being berated or punished.  So students at Springwood
had more liberties than ever before.

   One class that was continuing to spiral out of control had been Ms. 
Lincoln -(TM)s 7th grade class, to the point where Ms.  Lincoln offered her
resignation.  She was a woman of nearly 60 years of age, and no longer
needed the splitting headaches associated with teaching 20 mischievous
boys.

   So being the resourceful man that he was, Mr.  Pemberthy had an idea
that he thought would stimulate interest again among the students, as well
as give the rest of the faculty a much needed thrill or two.  He offered
Ms. Lincoln -(TM)s job to the pure, innocent aid known to all as Jenny.

    -œOh, Mr.  Pemberthy, I -(TM)d love to!  Thank you so much!  I promise
you that I -(TM)ll work hard and uphold the sanctity of this institution,
- replied Jenny.

    -œUh -- I -(TM)m sure you will Jenny.  Just sign this contract, and you
-(TM)ll be a full-time member of our first-class staff, - offered Mr. 
Pemberthy.   -œBe sure to get here a half hour early tomorrow morning and
to come see me before school begins. -

   Jenny awoke the following morning as excited as could be.  She was
finally on her way to being taken seriously as a teacher.  She dressed
modestly as usual, wearing a neatly tailored gray pants suit, black
pantyhose and modest heels.  She wore her hair up as well.

    -œGood morning Mr.  Pemberthy, - exclaimed Jenny, as she entered the
front office.

    -œHiya Jenny.  You -(TM)re right on time.  Don -(TM)t you look nice
today.  Why don -(TM)t you go in the other room and change into the uniform
I have for you laying on the desk, and I -(TM)ll be along shortly, - said
Mr.  Pemberthy.

    -œUUUniform?  But I -(TM)m already dressed?  Can -(TM)t I just wear
what I have on? -

    -œSorry Jenny.  Part of the contract you signed was the agreement to
wear a uniform. -

    -œIt was?  I guess I didn -(TM)t read the whole thing, - replied
Jenny, now convincing herself that wearing a uniform wasn -(TM)t the worst
thing in the world.

   But as she stepped into Mr.  Pemberthy -(TM)s office, her thoughts
changed immediately.  There was no way she was going to wear what was
laying on that table.  All she saw was a tiny pink thong, black thigh-high
stockings, pink opera gloves, black strappy heels, and some white nylon
rope which she deciphered had been misplaced.

    -œJenny, do you like your outfit?  I picked it out myself, - said
middle school president Mr.  James upon entering the office.

    -œUm, not really Mr.  James.  I don -(TM)t understand why I have to
wear this.  All of the other teachers dress professionally.  Why do I have
to dress like a lap dancer? - asked Jenny.

    -œJust think of yourself as helping shape young minds, Jenny.  We feel
you -(TM)re the key to the future of this school, and the new direction
that we -(TM)re headed in the new millennium.  The other teachers don
-(TM)t have your talent.  This is a new program, and we want you to be at
the center of it.  Besides, you said you do need the money, and the job
market doesn -(TM)t exactly provide too many alternatives.  By signing the
contract, you -(TM)ve agreed to do what is stated.  Please don -(TM)t make
this into a legal battle.  Our institution is highly respected, - replied
Mr.  Pemberthy.

    -œBut all I see is underwear on the table.  Isn -(TM)t there a dress to
go along with it?  I don -(TM)t even see a bra! - complained Jenny.

    -œUnfortunately, that -(TM)s all there is.  Why don -(TM)t you get
changed.  Class is going to begin soon, - answered Mr.  James.

    -œThe boys in Ms.  Lincoln -(TM)s class have been disinterested in
learning all year.  We have been given carte blanche to do what is
necessary to make learning a priority in this school.  Right now hanging
out in the bathroom and disrupting class has been the priority for most of
our students.  And until that changes, we -(TM)d like to continue to
implement this program.  Now, we -(TM)ll give you some privacy, and you
just give us a holler when you -(TM)re done, - added Mr.  Pemberthy.

   With that, Jenny reluctantly began disrobing.  This wasn -(TM)t exactly
what she had in mind in her pursuit of teaching excellence, but for some
reason Mr.  Pemberthy and Mr.  James had made her to feel important and
part of a cause.  And of course, her weakness for kids weighed on her mind.


    -œMr.  Pemberthy, I -(TM)m dressed, or at least wearing everything that
was provided, - offered Jenny, clearly shaken at her near nakedness in
front of the men.   -œWell, everything but this rope.  I obviously didn
-(TM)t think that was part of the uniform. -

    -œOh, but it is Jenny, - said Mr.  Pemberthy, nearly keeling over as
he entered to find a stunning woman wearing nothing but a thong, opera
gloves, stockings and heels.   -œThe rope must be used to tie your arms. 
We don -(TM)t want you covering up.  That could cause this whole program to
fail, as well as you to lose your job.  You wouldn -(TM)t want that to
happen, would you? -

    -œOf course not.  But isn -(TM)t there some other way?  I mean, I
promise I won -(TM)t cover up, - answered Jenny, now unknowingly covering
both of her unclothed globes.

    -œBut you -(TM)re hiding yourself right now!  I -(TM)m afraid we
-(TM)ll have to proceed as planned.  But not to worry- we -(TM)re going to
monitor the success of this program based on how it was initially worked
up. Then we -(TM)ll make adjustments where applicable later.  Now, let
-(TM)s get you fixed up.  School starts in 10 minutes. -

   Jenny -(TM)s arms were then quickly bound tightly behind her at the
wrist and elbow.  Her flexibility allowed her elbows to touch behind her
back, and in doing so further accented her full, soft breasts.  She was now
in  -~uniform -(TM).  After Mr.  Pemberthy tied off the last knot, he
allowed his hands to wander a bit over Jenny -(TM)s helpless body, but
retreated before Jenny grew suspicious.  She was too busy testing her bonds
to notice anyway.

   Mr.  Pemberthy then took Jenny -(TM)s arm and lead her to her classroom.
Students began to travel to their classes, when they dispersed to opposite
sides of the hallway and stared at Jenny and Mr.  Pemberthy, (actually only
at Jenny), as the pair made their way down the corridor.

   Boys immediately noticed Jenny -(TM)s sultry outfit, but also the fact
that it appeared she had no arms as the ropes applied by Mr.  Pemberthy
served to pull them out of view behind her.  A number of hands reached out
from either side of Jenny and grabbed a handful of breast, thigh, or ass,
thus causing Jenny to wince and Mr.  Pemberthy to smile.  He made no effort
to reprimand anyone.  He only wished he could do the same.

   Finally, Jenny had reached her classroom, only to enter and find 20 boys
seated and waiting to learn like they had never before.

    -œOh, Mr.  Pemberthy, I can -(TM)t do this, - whispered Jenny.   -œYou
saw those boys in the hall.  They -(TM)re just going to try to touch me,
and it -(TM)s going to interfere with the lesson. -

    -œDon -(TM)t worry Jenny.  Just set aside some time at the end of the
day for them to touch you. -

    -œBut I don -(TM)t want them to touch me at all!  I only want to
teach!! -

    -œJenny, relax.  This is the opportunity you -(TM)ve always wanted. 
Now just let your leadership skills take over and you -(TM)ll be fine -- -

   Mr.  Pemberthy then abruptly closed the door behind Jenny, and she was
now forced to preside over a class of unruly boys while dressed in
ridiculously little clothing and tied up --again.

    -œNice tits teach, - yelled one boy.

    -œBoys, boys.  Settle down.  My name is Ms.  Richards, and I -(TM)d
like to be treated with the utmost respect, regardless of what I -(TM)m
wearing, - scolded Jenny.   -œCan I please have a volunteer to come to the
board and help me with today -(TM)s exercise? -

    -œSure, I -(TM)ll help you.  But first we thought you could come around
and introduce yourself to us one at a time.  We -(TM)d like to get off on
the right foot after what happened with Ms.  Lincoln, - stated a boy
seated in the back wearing a baseball cap backwards, which was of course
not part of the school -(TM)s dress code!

    -œWhat a lovely idea, - said Jenny, now figuring that maybe her
situation wasn -(TM)t all that bad.   -œWhy don -(TM)t each of you tell me
something about yourself?  Won -(TM)t that be fun?  So what -(TM)s your
name? - asked Jenny upon approaching the first boy -(TM)s desk.

    -œMy name is Jeffrey, and I like to collect baseball cards.  Ms. 
Richards, why are you all tied up? -

    -œBecause your headmaster thought it would help you to learn.  Let
-(TM)s try to forget about that and focus on everyone getting to know each
other.  Unless, Jeffrey, you -(TM)d like to untie me? -

    -œUh, I don -(TM)t think that would be a good idea, especially if the
headmaster says it -(TM)s alright, - said Jeffrey.

    -œThat -(TM)s what I figured. -

   Jenny made her way to the next boy -(TM)s desk, and proceeded to lean
against it, apparently growing tired of standing with her arms bound.  His
eyes widened to the point of nearly popping out, ogling every line of Jenny
-(TM)s figure, which was now only inches from his seat.

    -œI -(TM)m Danny, and I like sports cars. -

   As Danny finished his introduction, he intentionally separated the
wobbly front right leg of his desk from the main structure.  Jenny, seated
against the back left corner, was unable to maintain her balance, and slid
directly into Danny -(TM)s lap, as well as his outstretched hands! 
Ostensibly, she was now more than just dressed as a lap dancer.

   All the other boys began cheering wildly, with Danny seizing the
opportunity by running his fingers from Jenny -(TM)s shoulder down to her
monstrous right breast.  With Jenny still unable to recover, Danny
continued to trace her stomach as well as the thin silk band that held her
tiny pink thong in place.  He then caressed her creamy white thighs, to the
heavenly crevice where her stocking top and bare thigh met.  He marveled at
the smoothness of her skin, and at how curvaceous her body was.  So curvy
that if Jenny -(TM)s figure were a road, he figured that even the highest
performing car he fancied would be unable to avoid plummeting off a cliff.

   As Jenny grew more and more frustrated, the fire bell began to blare.

   Jenny lamented as she couldn -(TM)t quite shift her weight to regain her
balance with Danny -(TM)s hands still pawing away at her.  Jenny screamed
for Danny to release her, but he appeared to be content to perish in a
blaze for the chance to touch her a little more.

   A couple of boys seated in the back made their way to Danny -(TM)s chair
to assist Jenny, but she found out their motivation was more out of desire
to end Danny -(TM)s monopoly of Jenny.  They helped Jenny to her feet while
they felt her up and stroked her thong-clad ass.

   Jenny then desperately tried to organize a straight line for the class
to make their way out to the courtyard and out of harm -(TM)s way.  But the
class insisted on  -~ladies first -(TM), asking Jenny to lead them outside.


   Every student groped Jenny on her way to the front of the line.  One
student even wrapped her up at the waist to aid her in keeping her balance
down the stairs with her arms still bound.

   For this Jenny was grateful, until of course she descended a couple of
stairs in advance of the boy and the flimsy material of her thong strained
as he gripped her with his hand inside the waistband.  It finally gave way
and ripped apart, and as the doors to the courtyard were opened, the entire
school was treated to a vision that they all thought had to be a dream.

   Here was a buxom blonde with two visible hairdos, clad in only
stockings, heels and gloves, with her arms tied inescapably behind her
back, a distressed look on her face, accompanied by 20 giddy 7th graders-
one of which still heroically guiding her to safety.

    -œJenny, nicely done!  This is the quickest this class has been
organized in quite some time for a fire drill, - exclaimed Mr.  Pemberthy.
 -œI knew you could do it! -

    -œFire drill?  Fire drill?  I humiliated myself in front of the entire
school for a fire drill? - replied Jenny, still in shock over her
predicament.   -œThat -(TM)s it.  I quit.  Now if you -(TM)ll excuse me --
-

    -œMs.  Richards, please don -(TM)t leave us! - said a melancholy
Jeffrey, peering up into Jenny -(TM)s forgiving eyes.   -œWe promise we
-(TM)ll behave. -

    -œOh, Jeffrey.  I can -(TM)t say no to that face.  Okay, I -(TM)ll stay
-- - answered Jenny, unable to finish her statement.

    -œGreat!  Jenny, this is great.  We -(TM)ve got the local fire
department coming in a few minutes, and I told them that you would
volunteer and help them communicate fire safety techniques to the school,
- interrupted Mr.  Pemberthy.

    -œWhy am I not surprised? - asked Jenny, conceivably having gained
some measure of respect as a teacher through the unlikeliest of ways.

   Now, if she could only get a similar measure of clothing, Jenny thought.

    -œTeachers, please take your students back inside to your respective
classrooms.  The fire department will be here soon, and a firefighter will
be assigned to each class, - shouted Mr.  Pemberthy.

    -œMr.  Pemberthy, perhaps I could get something else to wear before
they get here?  I don -(TM)t want the firemen to see me like this, -
whispered Jenny.

    -œJenny, don -(TM)t worry about that.  Besides, I -(TM)m afraid I don
-(TM)t have anything additional.  I thought you -(TM)d at least be able to
keep the brief amount of clothing I gave you on your body! -

    -œWell, for some reason that is always a problem for me.  Do you think
you could at least untie me?  You tied my arms so tight, they are starting
to go numb... -

    -œMs.  Richards, there you are!  Let -(TM)s go back inside.  C
-(TM)mon, I -(TM)ll help you, - interrupted a fast approaching Jeffrey,
now wrapping his right arm around Jenny -(TM)s torso and resting his hand
across her toned stomach.

    -œJenny, I -(TM)ll catch up to you later, - smiled Mr.  Pemberthy as
he walked off for some quiet time alone in his office.

    -œBut, but -- -

   Jeffrey continued to lead Jenny back into the school, but stopped her
abruptly as they reached the base of the stairs.  This was the same dreaded
staircase that earlier claimed Jenny -(TM)s last and only layer of
protection from hundreds of pairs of prying eyes.

    -œMs.  Richards, be careful.  Why don -(TM)t you go in front of me, and
I -(TM)ll make sure you don -(TM)t lose your balance, - offered a sincere
Jeffrey.

   Jenny smiled in approval and began her journey by placing her black
three-inch strappy heel on the concrete surface of the first stair.  As a
result, her long, lithe leg extended outward- revealing the feminine
muscles in her right calf created from wearing heels so often.  Jeffrey
ogled the backs of her thighs, as they slowly yet confidently ascended
stair by stair.

   Jenny then paused two stairs from the top, and Jeffrey, being the caring
boy he was, placed his left hand squarely on Jenny -(TM)s now bare ass
which served to stabilize her body, (or so he rationalized to himself). 
Surprisingly, Jenny did not seem to mind, until of course Jeffrey -(TM)s
hand slid down inside her right thigh, which she thought was initiated
little in the way of helping her!

    -œI can manage there buster, - scolded Jenny, as she hurdled the final
two stairs in rapid succession, leaving her breasts bouncing and swaying
from side to side.

   Jeffrey opened the door to the classroom, and in gentlemanly fashion
allowed Jenny to pass through first.  She was appalled as she found the
rest of the boys either play fighting, tossing paper airplanes, or writing
lewd phrases on the blackboard, one of which read,  -œMiss has got big
tits. -

   Jenny scrambled over to the blackboard with a forlorn look on her face.
She nagged the boys to return to their seats, but they were more interested
in staring at her than listening.  Jenny struggled to grab for an eraser,
but with her wrists tied together behind her, she only managed to knock it
to the floor.  She did, however, succeed in clutching a second eraser, but
was unable to wipe away anything on the board because the tight ropes
encircling her elbows severely limited her movement.

   The boys laughed hysterically, which apparently provided them just
enough entertainment to agree to return to their seats.  Jenny angrily
hobbled around her desk, propped herself up, and sat cross-legged in the
hopes of hiding some of her nakedness.  Although the boys sat mesmerized by
her body, Jenny took solace in the fact that they remained calm.

    -œExcuse me, Miss?  I -(TM)m Lieutenant Joe Douglas, from the
Springwood Fire Department, - exclaimed a stocky, gray-bearded man slowly
entering Jenny -(TM)s classroom.   -œI -(TM)m here to discuss fire safety
with the boys.  I was told you would be very helpful. -

    -œHello Lt.  Douglas.  I -(TM)m Jenny Richards.  I don -(TM)t know how
much help I -(TM)ll be, -- -

    -œExcuse me, Jenny?  Can you come out to the hall for a moment, -
asked Mr.  Pemberthy, peeking his head into the room just behind Lt. 
Douglas.   -œI -(TM)ve got some good news. -

   Jenny made her way out to the hallway, and was surprised to see that Mr.
Pemberthy had found her some clothing, albeit not much.  He unfurled a
minuscule white apron that appeared only large enough for a six-year old.
It looked more like something worn with a naughty French maid uniform than
during home economics class.  It covered her pussy, but did not extend
south enough to even reach her stocking tops.  It did nothing to cover her
breasts, or for that matter her ass, unless you count the small knot Mr. 
Pemberthy tied in back to affix it to her body.  In any case, Jenny
accepted it and returned to the fire safety discussion.

    -œOkay boys.  Let -(TM)s get started.  It looks like you have a very
nice teacher here, - stated Lt.  Douglas, trying hard to focus on getting
the boys -(TM) attention and not on Jenny and her little apron.   -œFires
are chemical reactions involving rapid oxidation or burning of fuel.  For
fire to occur it needs three things- fuel, oxygen and big breasts, er, uh,
I mean heat.  A chain reaction can then take place when each of these
elements is present.  If they aren -(TM)t then the fire cannot take place,
or it will be extinguished if it was previously burning.  Yes, young man,
you have a question? -

    -œSo you -(TM)re saying that Ms.  Richards -(TM) breasts can start a
fire? - asked one boy, resulting in chuckles amongst the class, and a
dirty look from Jenny.

    -œHow can that happen?  Like when you reach out and squeeze them? -
added another boy, as well as providing a  -~hands on -(TM) illustration of
his question by feeling her globes, sparking a mixture of arousal and
disgust in Jenny.

    -œNo, haha, you misunderstood me guys.  Ms.  Richards -(TM) breasts can
start fires, just not ones that burn down things, - replied Lt.  Douglas.

    -œI beg your pardon?  Lieutenant, I don -(TM)t think I like how this is
going! - said Jenny.   -œCan we get back to talking about fires? -

    -œSure, sure.  Boys, let me skip ahead a bit and demonstrate to you a
very important element in fire safety- the evacuation of elderly and
disabled or injured people.  Having a floor plan where you are aware of at
least two ways out of a given room is of paramount importance.  You -(TM)ll
notice in this room we have the door, and since we are only on the second
floor, a window escape is also an alternative.  Now Ms.  Richards, since
you are already in somewhat of a helpless position being all tied-up, I
-(TM)d like you to volunteer.  Now, if you -(TM)ll please sit on the desk
like you were when I came in, we -(TM)ll get started. -

    -œAlright Lt.  Douglas. -

    -œNow, boys, what you want to do is approach the person cautiously. 
Stay as low to the ground as possible, since smoke rises.  It is usually
dark as well, so you want to kind of feel around in front of you to make
certain of your safety, like this. -

   Lt.  Douglas could not help himself, as he proceeded to fondle Jenny
from head to toe.  As she whimpered erotically and writhed against her
ropes, he lifted her with one arm and slung her over his shoulder while
supporting her weight with a large hand on her naked, upturned ass.  He set
her down near the door, (or safety as he called it), but not before he
grabbed her innocent flesh a few more times.

   The students enjoyed this tutorial, but roared in approval when Lt. 
Douglas suggested that each boy duplicate the technique he just explained.
He understood that the boys would not be able to carry her individually,
but advised that they should break into groups of two or three to complete
the task successfully.  This concept was not lost on Jenny.

    -œNo they will not!  I will not be subjected to any more of this
humiliation.  They -(TM)ll have to make do with what you showed them, -
yelled Jenny.

    -œMs.  Richards, I have to say that I -(TM)m a bit disappointed.  Mr.
Pemberthy told me that you -(TM)d do anything to help these kids.  He said
you were a special teacher.  Now, why won -(TM)t you help us out? -

    -œHelp you out?  Help you out?  This is only my first day as their
regular teacher, and already I -(TM)ve been either naked, or nearly naked
wearing one ridiculous outfit after another.  I -(TM)ve been tied-up all
day, and my arms are aching, but no one seems to care.  Instead, every boy
in this class, as well as you Lieutenant, has taken the opportunity to
touch me.  So, I ask you, don -(TM)t you think I -(TM)ve helped enough for
one day? -

   As Jenny fumed, Mr.  Pemberthy returned to the room thanking Lt. 
Douglas and dismissing the class for the day.  He had heard Jenny -(TM)s
rant, and immediately yet reluctantly cut the ropes that held her arms so
tightly behind her for the entire day.

   Jenny was so relieved to regain use of her hands.  He also offered her
the business suit she had originally worn that morning, and consoled her
for going through so much for the Springwood Boys School.

    -œJenny, I really, truly appreciate everything you did today.  Will you
please continue with us tomorrow? - asked Mr.  Pemberthy.

    -œWell --.I guess so.  I don -(TM)t really have much choice, but -- -
answered Jenny.

    -œRemember, come to my office a little early before school starts. -

    -œYou mean I -(TM)m going to have to dress like this again?  I -(TM)m
going to be tied-up and all that??  I don -(TM)t think I want to go through
this all over again! -

    -œJenny, you did great today.  And as they say, Rome wasn -(TM)t built
in a day.  I saw some real improvement in the class, which I attribute
solely to your presence.  I think we -(TM)re ahead of schedule.  And I
-(TM)ll try to make sure that the students and other men here don -(TM)t
take liberties with you like they did today. -

    -œOkay, thanks Mr.  Pemberthy.  That does make me feel a lot better. -

    -œOh, and Jenny, - continued Mr.  Pemberthy as he began to depart.  
-œI -(TM)d like you to start the day tomorrow with that fire evacuation
technique that Lt.  Douglas wanted the boys to try.  See you bright and
early! -

   Jenny returned to Springwood after a very eventful first day.  Stepping
out from her car, Jenny fastened the top button of her black blazer before
approaching the front of the building.  Again she was dressed very
professionally in a black pants suit, but Jenny had a feeling that wouldn
-(TM)t last long.

   Arriving a half-hour early per Mr.  Pemberthy -(TM)s request, Jenny
found a seat outside his office to wait for him.  She was uneasy- she had
hoped she wouldn -(TM)t be subjected to more of what she thought was
humiliation even though she took the whole ordeal very well.  She needed
the work, but was forever unable to comprehend the oil-and-water
characteristics that she carried with her and that were primarily the cause
for her losing her clothing.  Those qualities, of course, were her beauty
and trusting attitude towards others.

    -œWhy hello there Jenny.  Good morning to you.  Thanks for coming in
early again.  Why don -(TM)t you step inside?  I -(TM)ve got something new
for you to wear today, - stated Mr.  Pemberthy, carrying an oversize mug
filled with his morning coffee.

    -œGood morning Mr.  Pemberthy.  Great, I was hoping I wasn -(TM)t going
to have to be dressed like that again.  What is it? -

    -œIt -(TM)s over on the table in the corner.  Let me just send this
email, and I -(TM)ll take a walk and let you get dressed. -

   Jenny was again appalled at what Mr.  Pemberthy expected her to wear in
front of a class full of unruly boys.  She saw a pair of black heels, white
knee socks, and a red thong shaped like a heart in front.  Before Jenny
could protest, Mr.  Pemberthy quickly exited expecting Jenny to slip into
this  -~outfit -(TM).  Jenny did so reluctantly- she had done so the day
before, so why not continue with what she started?

   Mr.  Pemberthy was extremely aroused as he caught his first glimpse of
Jenny.  She looked like a school girl with the knee socks, although sans
plaid skirt and white blouse.  He thought she looked better under the 
-~less is more -(TM) theory, and who in their right mind other than Jenny
herself would argue that?

    -œAlright, I guess I -(TM)m off to my class.  I -(TM)d like to get
there before all the boys have a chance to ogle me, - said Jenny, her
breasts bouncing every which way in her haste to leave Mr.  Pemberthy
-(TM)s office.

    -œOh, Jenny.  Wait a moment.  Aren -(TM)t you forgetting something? -
asked Mr.  Pemberthy, holding a length of white rope in his hands.

    -œOh please, not again.  I promise I won -(TM)t cover up! -

    -œJenny, you know the deal.  Don -(TM)t make this harder than it has to
be, - explained Mr.  Pemberthy, as he strictly tied Jenny -(TM)s thin arms
behind her.  Her tiny forearms swayed from side to side trying to mitigate
the effects of the knots, but to no avail.  Mr.  Pemberthy tried to
convince her that her predicament wasn -(TM)t all that bad, but Jenny
departed before he could finish.  She didn -(TM)t want to hear it.

    -œHi Ms.  Richards.  You look very nice today, - said Brian, looking
up at his teacher as she negotiated her way into the classroom.   -œCan I
give you a good morning hug? -

    -œUh, I -(TM)d prefer that you didn -(TM)t, but only if you agree to be
my assistant for the day helping me with the lesson and in writing on the
board.  Oh, and if you wouldn -(TM)t mind, please erase those naughty
phrases you boys wrote about me yesterday. -

    -œSure no problem, - answered Brian, as he expeditiously did as Jenny
asked so he could enjoy his hug as soon as possible.

   Jenny was startled though, as Brian wrapped his arms around her body,
while simultaneously resting his head on Jenny -(TM)s ample chest.  After a
long embrace he slid his fingers down to Jenny -(TM)s ass, causing her to
feverishly tap at his hands with her bound arms indicating she was not in
approval.  He obliged and fixed them on her smooth hips, while he started
to gently nuzzle her nipples.  Jenny let him continue for longer than he
expected, but broke free of his clutches as the rest of the boys began
filing into class.

    -œGood morning everyone.  Brian here will be helping me today.  Brian,
why don -(TM)t you pull down that map of the United States and we can start
with some geography, - asked Jenny.

    -œOkay, but Mr.  Pemberthy told me to make sure that we started by
practicing that fire safety technique from yesterday, - answered Brian as
he flashed a sly smile.  Not surprisingly, all of the boys were in
agreement with Brian -(TM)s suggestion.

    -œI don -(TM)t think that would be a good idea.  I -(TM)ll make you
boys a deal.  What, within reason, would you like to do that Ms.  Lincoln
wouldn -(TM)t let you? - offered Jenny.

    -œWell, for one, she wouldn -(TM)t let us go on our field trip to
Safety Town.  She said because we were bad and wouldn -(TM)t listen to her,
- said Brian.

    -œOkay, then I -(TM)ll discuss with Mr.  James and Mr.  Pemberthy a
reinstatement of that trip.  Will that be agreeable to all of you? -

   With that, the boys were satisfied, at least for the time being.  Safety
Town was something everyone had looked forward to, where they had the
opportunity to operate cars the size of golf carts in a miniature city with
lifelike roads and traffic signals.  It was a controlled environment that
stressed driving care and understanding of street signs, but all 12-year
old boys were concerned about was being able to drive the little cars.  If
Jenny could make that happen for them, they would even pass up the chance
to evacuate her delicious body from a make believe fire.

   Day number two progressed nicely for Jenny.  She had the class immersed
in busy work for most of the day, so as to minimize her time standing in
front of them with their prying eyes and curious hands.  She figured her
mention of a possible future trip to Safety Town combined with their
outrageous behavior from the day before had served to calm them down.  One
of the boys even asked if she could come by his house after school to tutor
him on her geography lesson!  Jenny immediately agreed, thinking she was
starting to get through to them.

   On their way out, the boys handed in their written assignments.  Jenny
perused a couple of the papers, and was dismayed to see elaborate drawings
of her body, and not the answers to the capitals of the 50 States as she
had hoped.  She saw Jason -(TM)s paper, (the one who had asked to be
tutored), and although it mostly contained errors, Jenny realized a
concerted effort on his part to complete the assignment.

    -œWell, hiya Jenny.  How was your second day? - asked a wide-eyed Mr.
Pemberthy.

    -œIt actually went pretty well.  I think I -(TM)m really reaching these
kids, - said Jenny, moving towards Mr.  Pemberthy to be freed from the
ropes binding her arms.

    -œAny plans for tonight? -

    -œYes.  In fact, I -(TM)m just about to head over to tutor one of the
students in my class.  He -(TM)s really trying hard, but needs extra
instruction. -

    -œWait, you -(TM)re going to tutor right now?  That -(TM)s great, but
unfortunately you -(TM)re going to have to remain tied up and wearing what
you have on.  It -(TM)s technically still part of the school day, and that
-(TM)s the policy we have in place, - said Mr.  Pemberthy, as he tossed
his scissors back into his desk.

    -œWhat??  How can that be?  I can -(TM)t go dressed like this?  I
thought I -(TM)d be able to wear some regular clothes.  And just how do you
expect me to get there? -

    -œI -(TM)ll call you a cab.  We have a car service for situations just
like this.  They are very good.  And they -(TM)ll drop you back off at the
school afterwards. -

    -œYou -(TM)ve had to call cabs for teachers that are tied-up and
wearing next to nothing? -

    -œWell, actually you -(TM)ll be the first under that heading, but we
have the service for people with car trouble, or for teachers that are
dropped off in the morning- that sort of thing.  Why don -(TM)t you wait
out in the front lobby, and I -(TM)ll call them right away. -

   Now Jenny began to worry.  She made a commitment to tutor Jason, but now
she -(TM)d be going to a strange house dressed erotically to say the least.
She tried to reassure herself thinking that maybe his parents will realize
the hilarity of the situation, and untie her as soon as she gets there. 
But knowing Jenny -(TM)s luck, anything was possible.

    -œUh, yeah, is there a Jenny Richardson here?  I -(TM)m supposed to
take her over to Sycamore and Redhook, - asked a portly gentleman wearing
a tee shirt and baggy jeans that looked to be stained with spaghetti sauce.

    -œYes, that -(TM)s me- Jenny Richards. -

    -œWell, heeelllo!  I -(TM)m Gus, Gus Verplank.  Why don -(TM)t you come
with me?  My cab -(TM)s right out front.  Looks like you may need a hand,
- added Gus as he cupped Jenny -(TM)s left ass cheek in helping her out
the front door.

    -œThanks, but I can manage without your hand on my behind. -

    -œSorry babe.  Listen, why don -(TM)t you sit up front, and I -(TM)ll
belt you in.  There are no functional seat belts in the back, and I don
-(TM)t want you tumbling around back there!  Let me just clear away some of
this junk, - said Gus, as Jenny watched him empty the front bench seat of
a plethora of unsightly and foul smelling items.  As it was, an unpleasant
odor still lingered, making Jenny all the more excited about this upcoming
ride.   -œThere you go.  I think we -(TM)ll belt you in the middle seat
here so I can make sure you -(TM)re okay, - continued Gus, as he stretched
his soiled right hand around Jenny and affixed it across her right
shoulder, just inches from her mountainous breast.

    -œUm, thanks, I guess.  Will it be that long a ride? -

    -œShouldn -(TM)t be.  You know, I don -(TM)t have too many women like
you in my cab.  You -(TM)re very attractive.  Can you tell me why you
-(TM)re dressed like this? -

    -œIt -(TM)s a long story.  Would you mind watching the road?  I -(TM)d
feel a little safer, - asked Jenny, squirming against Gus -(TM) hand and
trying to deflect his attention from her chest.

   Gus snapped out of his trance just in time as he slammed the breaks and
came to a screeching halt- narrowly colliding with the car stopped at the
light directly in front of him.  As a reflex, he grabbed for anything he
could, and since some things are larger than others, Jenny -(TM)s firm
breasts were the selection.  He pressed her body against his to prevent her
from falling forward.  Jenny screamed, and tried to wriggle free of his
clutches.  His hands left a remnant of what appeared to be chocolate on her
flawless body.

    -œLet go of me!  Look at what you did!  You smeared chocolate all over
me. -

    -œOh, yeah sorry.  I was eating a few chocolate bars before.  Here, let
me lick it off, - offered Gus, as he repositioned himself with his face in
Jenny -(TM)s tits, and his left hand firmly planted on Jenny -(TM)s bare
right knee, slowly drifting north up her thigh.  As he continued to suck
away at her breasts, his hand worked up toward her heart-shaped thong,
causing Jenny to struggle even mightier.

    -œGet your hands off me you pervert, - said Jenny as she raised her
right knee and buried it in Gus -(TM) pudgy stomach, causing him to crumple
accordion-style back into the driver -(TM)s seat.   -œPlease just take me
to the house! -

    -œOkay, okay.  Calm down.  It -(TM)s right here around the corner -,
answered Gus, desperately trying to catch his breath as he pulled up right
next to the driveway.  He unbelted Jenny and assisted her out to the car-
this time touching her only where and when was necessary.   -œI didn -(TM)t
mean to get carried away like I did.  I wanted to make sure I got all of
the chocolate off of you.  Listen, I -(TM)ll just wait out front here for
you to be done.  I was told you -(TM)d be here for an hour. -

    -œLet -(TM)s forget it.  And don -(TM)t bother waiting for me.  I
-(TM)ll get another ride later. -

   With that Gus sped off, leaving Jenny on the front stoop of Jason -(TM)s
house.  She knocked as best she could, and before long she was greeted by a
beaming Jason.

    -œOh, Miss Richards.  Please come in.  I didn -(TM)t expect you to
still be dressed in your work clothes, - said a sarcastic Jason.

    -œVery funny.  Are you parents home?  I -(TM)d like to speak with them
for a minute. -

    -œUmm, no they aren -(TM)t.  They both work late tonight.  I hope you
don -(TM)t mind, but I invited a few of the other guys from class who
needed some tutoring too.  They -(TM)re all waiting in the kitchen. -

   Jenny hobbled into Jason -(TM)s kitchen to find Kevin, Sammy and Danny
sitting at the table engrossed in their textbooks.  This befuddled Jenny as
she targeted these boys as the problem kids that did little more than sit
in the back of the class and enjoy the scenery.

    -œOh, my, I didn -(TM)t expect all of you boys to be here.  Sammy, I
saw the paper you handed in, and all you did was doodle pictures of me! 
What would make me think you want to learn now? - asked an annoyed Jenny.

    -œBecause I really want to go to Safety Town, and also want to do well
in school.  I can -(TM)t get into the stuff we do in class though, -
answered Sammy.   -œIt -(TM)s just too boring. -

    -œWell, I -(TM)m sorry you feel that way, but that -(TM)s the material
we have to cover.  And you -(TM)ll be expected to learn it like everyone
else.  Now, let -(TM)s get started. -

   As Jenny began her discussion, she couldn -(TM)t help but notice the
boys salivating at the way she bounced across the kitchen.  Their eyes were
focused directly and solely on her cleavage.  She knew she had to do
something fast before she wasted the entire hour.

    -œOkay, boys, listen to me.  And look up here at my face, - pleaded
Jenny.   -œHere -(TM)s what we -(TM)re -- -

    -œMiss Richards, I -(TM)ve got an idea!  How about we play a game where
you can quiz us on the capitals, and if we get the right answers you can
let us do stuff! - offered Jason.

    -œThat sounds like a good idea, if that would make it more enjoyable
for you.  But what  -~stuff -(TM) would you want to do? - asked a hesitant
Jenny.

    -œHow about you let us touch you for every question we get right? -
said Kevin.   -œWouldn -(TM)t that be fair? -

    -œYeah, that -(TM)s a great idea! - agreed Sammy.   -œThat -(TM)s like
in that Adam Sandler movie  -~Billy Madison -(TM), except Miss Richards is
already naked! -

    -œVery funny, - scolded Jenny, silencing the boys -(TM) laughter.  
-œActually, I can -(TM)t believe I -(TM)m saying this, but I don -(TM)t
think it would be fair at all- mostly because I saw your papers today, and
they were miserable!  But assuming we play, what if you get the answers
wrong?  What will you do for me? -

    -œWe could still touch you if you want, - giggled Danny, hoping that
their motives matched hers.

    -œI don -(TM)t think so.  How about you untie me, AND tell Mr. 
Pemberthy tomorrow that you don -(TM)t need me to be dressed like this
anymore!  I -(TM)d be willing to play if you -(TM)ll do that, - exclaimed
Jenny, dreaming that she could get her way for a change.

   The boys huddled up and nodded in agreement of Jenny -(TM)s demands. 
They felt the extra studying they did before Jenny arrived would pay off.
Of course, they held hostage the whole class -(TM) semester based on their
knowledge of the capitals.  Since Jenny became their teacher two days
earlier, it had been pure heaven for all of them.

    -œOkay, let -(TM)s begin.  I -(TM)ll ask each of you three questions,
- explained Jenny, shivering at the thought of the game not going her way.
 -œNow, Kevin, the first question is for you.  What is the capital of
Idaho? -

    -œFigures.  Why do you have to give me the hard ones?  I don -(TM)t
know- Potato City? - said a facetious Kevin.

    -œSorry, that -(TM)s incorrect.  The correct answer is Boise -,
answered a relieved Jenny.   -œSammy, what is the capital of Montana? -

    -œLet -(TM)s see- Helena?  Am I right?  Is it Helena? - said Sammy,
eagerly awaiting confirmation from Jenny.

    -œWhy, yes!  It is!  I -(TM)m very proud of you Sammy! -

    -œYeah, yeah, thanks.  Now, you said we could touch you? - continued
Sammy.

   Jenny begrudgingly complied, and stood over Sammy telling him he could
rub her legs for getting the right answer.  She purposely began with what
she thought were the harder capitals, but it was beginning to backfire on
her.  She underestimated the boys -(TM) focus when given some extra
motivation.

    -œOkay Sammy, that -(TM)s enough, - said an annoyed Jenny, trying to
get back to the quiz.   -œNow, Danny, what is the capital of Wyoming? -

    -œThat -(TM)s an easy one.  It -(TM)s Cheyenne.  My uncle lives there!
- said a bold Danny.

    -œWow, that -(TM)s right too!  Very good.  I can -(TM)t believe this.
Danny, you can rub my legs just as Sammy did, - offered Jenny, now
wondering to herself how one of her students could possibly have a relative
living in Wyoming!  She was convinced that nothing could go her way.

    -œDanny, I said only my legs, - scolded Jenny, as Danny could not
contain himself from tweaking her nipples too.   -œPlease, let -(TM)s play
the game by the rules.  You have to keep getting right answers!  Now Jason,
what -(TM)s the capital of Louisiana? -

    -œLemme see.  The Saints play in the Louisiana Superdome, so is it New
Orleans? -

    -œNo, I -(TM)m sorry, but that was a good try.  It -(TM)s Baton Rouge.
So now that -(TM)s two wrong and two right.  Not too shabby.  Kevin, back
to you.  What is the capital of Mississippi? - asked Jenny.

    -œFuck, I don -(TM)t know that one either.  You -(TM)re giving me all
the hard ones! - said Kevin.

    -œWatch your language young man!!  I -(TM)m not giving you anything
tougher than I -(TM)m giving the others.  And the correct answer is
Jackson. Sammy, how about Nevada? -

    -œNevada, Nevada.  I think that -(TM)s Las Vegas, yeah it -(TM)s Las
Vegas.  Oh wait --it -(TM)s Carson City,  - said Sammy, correcting
himself.

    -œSorry Sammy.  I -(TM)m going to have to accept your first answer of
Las Vegas-which was incorrect.  Carson City was right however, - said a
frightened Jenny, attempting to get away unscathed.

    -œThat -(TM)s not fair!  I got the right answer, - cried Sammy.

    -œAlright fine.  You -(TM)re right.  You can touch my stomach, - said
a deflated Jenny.   -œAnd just a little bit!  Don -(TM)t get too
comfortable! -

   Jenny was starting to reevaluate her plans to introduce this game, as
the boys had fared much better than she had anticipated.  While Sammy
readied himself, Jenny caught a glimpse of Danny and Jason looking on and
warming up their hands, hoping to have the same opportunity as Sammy.

    -œAhhh, okay, - said Jenny, wiggling free of Sammy -(TM)s embrace.  
-œNow then, Danny, how about Phoenix? -

    -œThat -(TM)s not a state!  You tried to cheat again! - accused a
pugnacious Danny.

    -œOh, I apologize.  I made a -- - said a frazzled Jenny.

    -œToo late, - interrupted Danny, now rising out of his chair and
grabbing two handfuls of Jenny -(TM)s inviting tits.  Her nipples grew very
hard, as the constant handling of her body had finally worn her down.

   Jason recognized that Jenny was not protesting Danny -(TM)s actions, and
quickly took advantage by kneeling behind Jenny and caressing the backs of
her feminine thighs.  Kevin, who had been shut out up to this point joined
in the fun as well by removing Jenny -(TM)s minuscule panties and exploring
her trimmed mound and moist slit .

   Sammy, who was exhausted from his earlier experience, was content to
collapse into his seat and watch his buddies.  As Jenny decided to
surrender, she closed her eyes, but was instantly awakened by a loud slam
of the door.

    -œHey!  What in God -(TM)s name is going on in here?  Why is this woman
undressed? - shouted Jason -(TM)s mother, as she strode into the kitchen
carrying a bag of groceries, causing the boys to scatter in all directions
from the helpless Jenny.

    -œUm, hi mom, this is our new teacher, Miss Richards.  She just came by
to tutor us -- - said Jason.

    -œIn what, human anatomy?  This session is over.  You -(TM)re in big
trouble young man, and you -(TM)ve got a lot of explaining to do.  Danny,
Sammy, Kevin- I suggest you go home.  And Miss, I don -(TM)t know why you
-(TM)re all trussed up, but I don -(TM)t really care at this point.  I want
you out of my home.  A car is waiting outside for you in the driveway to
take you back to the school.  I spoke with the driver a minute ago- I think
he said his name was Gus? - said Jason -(TM)s mom, causing the tiny hairs
on Jenny -(TM)s bound forearms to stand on end.

    -œBut, but -- - replied a struggling Jenny, as Danny, Sammy and Kevin
escorted her out of the house and assisted her back into the stench that
was Gus -(TM) cab.

   Weeks had now passed, and Jenny was becoming as comfortable as possible
with her role at Springwood.  Today, however would be different as the
night before Mr.  Pemberthy informed Jenny that she was finally permitted
to be completely dressed.

   Jenny figured it had to be as a result of the students -(TM) scores on
the last test which had skyrocketed when compared to those earned earlier
in the semester.  In any case, Jenny wasn -(TM)t about to argue the
rationale.

   Jenny -(TM)s glee caused discouragement amongst her twenty eager young
students, (who again arrived promptly, a usual occurrence ever since she
took over as their teacher), as they found her dressed in jeans, tennis
shoes and an oversized sweater.  She smiled as she witnessed their
collective sigh.

    -œNow, now boys.  You -(TM)ve had your fun.  Can -(TM)t I be dressed
for once? - contended Jenny.   -œMr.  Pemberthy has requested that the
whole class meet him in the lobby this morning, although I can -(TM)t
imagine why.  It seems that I -(TM)ve left some materials in the faculty
room, so once I -(TM)ve retrieved them we can be on our way -- -

   The boys were beginning to get restless as Jenny had been gone for
almost 10 minutes.  Many of them were contemplating cutting class,
especially since Jenny had a newfound clothing allowance!  But as Jenny
returned to class, every boy thanked his lucky stars that they stuck around
for a few extra minutes.

   This was because she was dressed very differently now.  The jeans,
tennis shoes and sweater had been deposited in a large shopping bag which
she carried in her left hand- the jeans now crumpled and peeking out from
the top of the bag.  They were replaced by a satin lavender -"colored
thong, as well as a sexy pair of white, three-inch, open-toed sandals. 
That was it!  Jenny had voluntarily gone topless for the class!

   The boys greeted her with a series of whistles and shouts, as they were
even more excited than usual due to her willingness to dress this way for
them.

    -œDo you like this outfit better?  I thought you would, but don -(TM)t
get used to it!  I -(TM)m only doing it because of your last test scores. I
-(TM)m very proud of you all! - explained Jenny.   -œBoys, please proceed
to the lobby.  Sammy, Daniel, I -(TM)d like you to stay behind for a moment
so that I might have a word with you.  We -(TM)ll join the rest of the
class shortly. -

   A giddy bunch quickly filed out as Sammy and Daniel remained, staring
with mouths agape at Jenny -(TM)s heaving breasts.

    -œSince you boys scored highest on the last test, I wanted to reward
you for all of your hard work.  Go into my shopping bag over there and I
-(TM)m sure you -(TM)ll find something of interest, - offered Jenny.

   The two quickly rifled through her bag, finding what Jenny was referring
to immediately.  They peered back at her with puzzled looks on their faces.

    -œMs.  Richards, all we see here is this bundle of rope.  You really
want us to tie you up with it? - asked Daniel.

    -œNo, I -(TM)m going to use it to tie the two of you!  Of course it
-(TM)s to tie me with, silly!  Don -(TM)t you want to? -

    -œHell, yeah! - the boys shouted in unison.   -œIt -(TM)s just that we
didn -(TM)t expect you to let us do it, - continued Sammy.

    -œWell, I can -(TM)t believe I -(TM)m saying this, but I -(TM)m sort of
used to it by now.  As long as it -(TM)s just during class time, I guess it
is alright, - answered Jenny, now clearly believing she was losing her
mind.   -œNow let -(TM)s hurry up so that we don -(TM)t keep Mr.  Pemberthy
waiting. -

   The boys nearly fainted, but were able to compose themselves enough to
begin gathering the rope.  Meanwhile, Jenny made some last minute
adjustments to her thong and heels, (her only clothing) as well as her hair
before her hands were immobilized for the day.

   Sammy and Daniel made sure to concentrate the knots much like Mr. 
Pemberthy did, tying Jenny -(TM)s arms behind her in several areas both
above and below her elbows in addition to her wrists.  This caused her
hands and arms to once again disappear from sight when she was viewed from
straight on.  Her soft breasts swayed while her hair covered her eyes as
she tested her bonds.  She surmised that they were even tighter and more
restrictive than ever before, and thus had terrible trouble balancing her
body.

    -œBoys, you will make sure I don -(TM)t fall, won -(TM)t you? -
pleaded Jenny, basically inviting the boys to place their hands on her.  
-œYou made the ropes so tight, I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)ll be able to
travel to the lobby on my own, especially with these heels being so
difficult to walk in. -

    -œSure Ms.  Richards! - exclaimed Danny, as he approached her from
behind placing both hands on either side of her tiny waist, aiding her
through the doorway and out into the hall.

   Several minutes later Mr.  Pemberthy looked like he had been
electrocuted upon seeing Jenny bound and topless making her way to the
front of the building.  Mr.  Pemberthy asked that Jenny step into his
office for a moment, but not before Sammy loosened his grip on her left
breast that he had cupped for dear life.  Jenny politely asked him to let
go, and Sammy obeyed.

    -œJenny, you do know that I didn -(TM)t require you to be dressed like
this today, right? - asked Mr.  Pemberthy.   -œToday is their trip to
Safety Town, and you -(TM)re their only chaperone! -

    -œThe trip is today!  Then I can -(TM)t be dressed like this!  No one
told me about the trip! - replied a frantic Jenny.

    -œDidn -(TM)t you notice the students all dressed in jeans and sneakers
today? - answered Mr.  Pemberthy.

    -œNot really.  They rarely follow the school dress code!  How was I to
know? - said Jenny.   -œMr.  Pemberthy, you -(TM)ll have to untie me!  I
can -(TM)t go like this! -

    -œI -(TM)m sorry Jenny.  You -(TM)ll have to work that out with the
boys.  I wasn -(TM)t involved in this one -- - said Mr.  Pemberthy as
Sammy interrupted by poking his head in to alert them that the bus had
arrived.   -œOh, okay.  Have a great time! -

   As Jenny was escorted by Sammy and Daniel up the stairs and into the
bus, she couldn -(TM)t help but realize her fate.  Even when she
voluntarily put herself in a position to be humiliated and embarrassed,
there was always more to come.  As if her predicament within the school
wasn -(TM)t enough, now total strangers were going to see her this way.

   Jenny took her seat in the fourth row between Sammy and Daniel, who
rapidly became the envy of the rest of their classmates.  To Jenny -(TM)s
dismay, the bus was equipped with decrepit shocks, causing her to bounce
uncontrollably with each pothole the bus encountered.  Luckily for Jenny,
the two made sure they held her in place by wrapping an arm around her
waist while offering a second hand to strategically cover the breast
nearest them.

   As Jenny sat cross-legged, she studied Sammy and Daniel, and came to
understand her role.  She was the only woman among twenty hormone-crazed
boys, which many women, (including Jenny at first), would view as a death
sentence.  Both boys were dressed in baggy cargo pants, sneakers and tee
shirts, but Jenny only wore the barest of essentials.  Her discomfort
extended to her arms being horribly wrenched together behind her back,
while the boys had complete use of their limbs as was currently
demonstrated by four hands resting comfortably on her smooth, feminine,
curvaceous body.

   For some reason, after all of Jenny -(TM)s past experiences, she was
able to deal with it.  Maybe it was because after all was said and done,
the students listened to her and genuinely tried in school.  Or maybe it
was because her being in a near-naked state wasn -(TM)t one hundred percent
gratuitous.  She wasn -(TM)t entirely sure.  She was, however, sure that
she would continue to toil at Springwood Boys School if she could make a
difference.



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   Jenny and The Spider By Eltan

   *knock* *knock*

   Jenny bounded downstairs barefoot to see who was at the door, opening
the door she was confronted by three grinning boy scouts, the one in front
holding a large cardboard box

    -œHello miss buy a box of cookies? - said the scout, Jenny -(TM)s
immediate reaction in the presence of a boyscout was to scream  -œNOOO! -
but remembering she was at home, and seeing the confused expressions on the
boy -(TM)s faces, then calmed herself,  -œerr I mean, no thank you boys -.

    -œAwwww please miss - moaned the lead scout, but Jenny couldn -(TM)t
help the situation, she had no money on her, and knew she didn -(TM)t have
any money inside

    -œI -(TM)m sorry boys, but I don -(TM)t have any money here right now,
you see I -(TM)m here alone and my husband is out and - Jenny stopped
herself, realizing she was rambling,  -œmaybe next time boys -.

   Jenny watched the boys faces droop, and started to turn back into the
house, but quick as a flash, the lead boy had reached into the cardboard
box (which only had 1 half-eaten box of cookies in it, the rest of the
cardboard box -(TM)s contents composed of many other things that weren
-(TM)t cookie related) and withdrew a glass jar, whipped off the lid and,
leaning forward, emptied the contents on to the back of Jenny -(TM)s dress
as she took a step back into the house then deftly replaced the jar in the
box.

    -œOh, miss.. - one of the boys began, as Jenny was reaching out to
shut the door  -œlooks like you -(TM)ve got a spider on your dress there
-.

   Jenny froze in terror, arms clamped to her sides, she HATED spiders, and
hurriedly stammered  -œc-c-c-ould one of you nice boys get rid of the thing
for me? -,  -œSure - piped up the lead boy, Micky  -œbut come out side
here so we can make sure it doesn -(TM)t run inside -.

   Jenny complied, and taking slow backwards steps, being careful not to
trip, backed onto her front lawn.

   Now it was a warm summer -(TM)s day, and Jenny was dressed, mostly
appropriately, in a loose flowing summer dress of pale yellow, and simple
white cotton panties and a matching white bra, but all that was about to
change.

   Micky and the other boys, rushed over to Jenny -(TM)s position, Micky
dumping his box behind Jenny on the grass,  -œOhhhh getitoff getitoff
getitoff - Jenny whimpered,  -œRight! - said Micky, as he dove into his
box, rummaging around, coming back up with the scout -(TM)s most trusted
tool, the swiss army knife.

    -œHold her steady guys - Micky motioned to his friends, each boy took
a hand and lifted Jenny -(TM)s arms up and away from her waist,  -œNow miss
it -(TM)s very important you stay completely still, and you might want to
close your eyes -

   Jenny did exactly as she was told, putting faith in the little
professionals, and Micky couldn -(TM)t believe his luck when darting around
to Jenny -(TM)s side he saw that she had indeed closed her eyes.

   Micky quickly grabbed his small pet spider, a quite harmless, garden
variety spider, (but Micky knew that most girls couldn -(TM)t put the two
words spider and harmless in the same sentence) and set it down on his arm,
then sighting the panty line, Micky grabbed the material of Jenny -(TM)s
dress just below her butt and cautiously looked at the back of Jenny -(TM)s
head, showing no signs of movement.  Then, using his swiss army knife,
quickly as he could he cut a circle around the material of Jenny -(TM)s
dress, letting what he had cut off fall to the ground.

   Jenny felt a warm breeze across the back of her thighs, and opening her
eyes to gaze at her dress, she saw her previously respectable knee length
summer dress had turned into a cut-off at the thigh minidress, a slight
breeze blew through, ruffling Jenny -(TM)s dress, showing the 3 boys
glimpses of Jenny -(TM)s white panties, they could only grin in unison.

    -œUmmm, what in the world are you cutting my dress for? - Jenny
queried, not doubting the boy -(TM)s abilities, but doubting how exposing
her soft flesh had done anything to catch a repulsive spider.

    -œDarn, sorry miss, I was hoping to cut that bit of dress and the
spider off together, but he moved too fast - said Micky, feigning
frustration as he stamped a foot, then reaching up and letting his spider
jump back onto Jenny -(TM)s dress  -œbut we -(TM)ll get him -.

    -œO..ok - Jenny said uneasily, still more concerned with the spider
than losing part of a good dress.

   Micky slipped his swiss army knife back into one of the many pockets on
his uniform

    -œOk miss, I know how to get him for sure, just get down on the grass
there -

   Micky closed his eyes and uttered a quick prayer that she -(TM)d go
along with it,

    -œOk, if it -(TM)ll help - Jenny replied with a sigh, eager to get
this over with.

   Micky -(TM)s heart quickened and his grin grew, much like his friends

    -œOk just kneel down on the grass there miss - Jenny knelt down,
feeling the warm grass touch her knees  -œand put your hands out in front
of you, down on all fours -.

   The other boys let go of her hands, and Jenny indeed went down on all
fours.

   Jenny -(TM)s brief dress, no longer able to cover her panty-clad butt,
merely sat on her hips, exposing the entirety of her thighs and what little
bum flesh was peeking out the sides of her panties.  The other two boys
stood back to admire the sight, and Micky once again took the spider back
from Jenny -(TM)s dress, not believing that Jenny had still not checked to
see if he was telling the truth about the whole ordeal.

   Jenny couldn -(TM)t bare to look at the spider, what if it was one of
those spitting ones!  Again reminding herself of the urgency of concluding
this business, Jenny pleaded as calmly as she could  -œPlease, take it off
-.

   Micky loved her choice of words and almost bit his tongue after he said
carelessly  -œI can -(TM)t wait -, rushing to reassure her Mick said 
-œummm please just hold still again miss, I -(TM)m pretty sure you jumped
last time and that -(TM)s why we missed him -.

   Micky shook his head to himself, but Jenny apologized!   -œOh, wouldn
-(TM)t you know it was my fault, I -(TM)m sorry boys, I -(TM)ll hold still
this time -.

   The boys moved to grab Jenny -(TM)s arms, but Micky waved them away,
drew his knife and lifting the fabric of the dress off of the back of Jenny
-(TM)s ass, cut a line straight up to the neck of the dress, as the
entirety of the dress began to slip away from Jenny -(TM)s body, Micky took
the few precious seconds to get out another  -œBe very still miss - then
as carefully as he dared let the small spider land on Jenny -(TM)s bra
strap, seeing that at least one leg was touching Jenny -(TM)s skin, Micky
grabbed the vacating dress and whipped it away from Jenny -(TM)s body and
tossed it aside.

   Jenny didn -(TM)t know what was worse, the tiny, probably hairy legs
tapping along her back near her bra strap, or the fact her dress was now
gone, but Micky didn -(TM)t want to give Jenny time to come to conclusions
-œOh would you believe it, he jumped!  Must be one of those jumping
spiders, rare in these parts - he nodded to his friends and waved a hand
as if to say keep it going!

    -œOh -- yea!  Definitely rare, only um -- seen those in books - said
one boy,

    -œYea you um, wouldn -(TM)t want to give a spider like that a reason to
panic or umm get -- angry! - finished the other, they both cringed at
their sorry excuses, but trusting Jenny ate up every word

    -œohhhh - Jenny moaned, as quietly as she dared, thinking the spider
might respond to sounds too.

   Jenny now didn -(TM)t care she was on all fours on her front lawn in
only a bra and panties, she might be in mortal danger!  The boys were so
busy drinking in the sight of Jenny -(TM)s body, only a bra covering her
low hanging breasts, her trim midriff reflecting the afternoon sun,
quivering occasionally, that they didn -(TM)t hear Jenny until the third
time she said  -œBoys? -.

   Micky broke away from staring and saw his spider had journeyed halfway
across the bra strap and was leaving it altogether, thinking this faÃ§ade
was about to come to an end if Jenny saw the small spider, but he let
things play out, something told him to let the spider go.

   The spider reached the side of Jenny -(TM)s bra strap and continued
until it hit a large cup, Jenny was staring straight forward and saw
something small, brown and many-legged out of the corner of her eye

    -œee_ - Jenny began the start of a scream but stopped and whipped her
head up and to her left, clenching her eyes shut  -œoh god I can -(TM)t
stand the sight of them - she whinged, an idea hit Micky then.

   Darting back to his cardboard box Micky found what he was looking for, a
black blindfold he -(TM)d turned up rummaging in the attic one day, amongst
a magic kit that so many kids received and soon discarded at a young age.
Bounding back over to Jenny he checked for the spider -(TM)s location, it
had paused at the bottom of the cup containing Jenny -(TM)s right breast, 
-œstay! - thought Micky, stuffing the blindfold into a pocket momentarily
and putting his hands on Jenny -(TM)s shoulders.

    -œJenny, I -(TM)m going to rock you upright, just push up with your
hands and then sit your -- bottom..  back on your legs -.

   Micky wouldn -(TM)t have been surprised if any other girl he -(TM)d said
to in this situation would have slapped him square in the face, but this
wasn -(TM)t a situation anybody else would likely get into, and this girl
obviously wasn -(TM)t like any other.

   Jenny whimpered a little under her breath, and slowly as she could,
rocked back, Micky -(TM)s hands guiding her as she went, until she felt the
fabric of her panties touch the backs of her legs and her arms hung limp at
her sides.

   Micky took a deep breath and figured it probably best to tell Jenny what
he was doing, in case she wanted to get up and kill him,

    -œOk Jenny, I -(TM)m going to put a blindfold on you - Micky closed
his own eyes and braced for the sting, but none came.

   Jenny, unable to argue with the logic, that she couldn -(TM)t bear to
look at spiders and that this boy would be so kind as to cover her eyes for
her just to make her more comfortable, agreed  -œOh..ok, erm..  thank you
-.

   Without hesitation, Micky wrapped the blindfold around Jenny -(TM)s
head, tying it tight in one of the most secure knots a scout was taught,
Jenny then seemed to relax slightly, as Micky and his two friends reviewed
the appearance of the stunning blonde, her chest thrust forward, a white
bra the only thing standing between the three onlooking boys and what they
-(TM)d only dreamed of until now, her bare feet and legs now housed Jenny
-(TM)s curved ass, covered in a brief pair of panties,

   Micky knew of what was down there between her tanned legs, but had never
seen, he stood and wondered for a moment, before getting back to the task
at hand.

   Jenny was relieved she wouldn -(TM)t see the spider anymore, but she
still dreaded it -(TM)s revolting touch, and wanting to cover herself from
anybody who was looking, which Jenny reasoned was probably everybody, but
not wanting to risk a bite, her hands would come up instinctively, then she
would throw them back down.

   Micky watched Jenny -(TM)s fidgeting, then another idea struck him,
rope!

   He sent one of his friends into the house to get to the garage and
locate rope, he couldn -(TM)t believe his luck when a length of sturdy rope
was handed to him, now Micky -(TM)s hands shook fully, he knew what he had
to do, but all laws of common sense and reality crowded into his mind,
filling him with self-doubt, but he shook the thoughts away.

   Taking a deep breath, Micky explained in as stern a tone as he could
muster what would happen next to the hopefully willing, Jenny.

    -œJenny, you keep moving your hands, if I -(TM)m going to get the
spider, you have got to stop moving! -,

   Jenny just knew that she was to blame that this had dragged on as long
as it had, and even hung her head a little, muttering  -œI -(TM)m sorry,
I.. I just can -(TM)t help it -.

   Micky didn -(TM)t pause, but continued with his plan  -œWell look, I
-(TM)m going to have to tie your hands, or we -(TM)ll be here all day -,

   Jenny -(TM)s mouth opened to protest, but knowing that as a trained
scout, this boy was trained to deal with dangerous animals in dangerous
situations, Jenny simply nodded her accord.

   Micky couldn -(TM)t contain himself, now that Jenny was blindfolded, he
jumped in the air, as did his friends, thankful that fate had delivered
them all to this wonderful day.

   Returning to earth, Micky took the rope and bound Jenny -(TM)s hands in
the most sophisticated and secure knot he could manage, the rough material
rubbing against her wrists made Jenny squirm a little, but Micky scolded
her  -œStill please - and Jenny obliged, sitting back and letting the boy
do what he did best.

   Finding he had ample rope left over, Micky cut off the excess with his
knife, and bringing Jenny -(TM)s elbows in together behind her back, bound
them together, Micky, expecting a kick in the groin for his troubles if it
was any other girl, worked frantically, and was finished in seconds, being
top of his class in knot-tying was coming in use today!

   Micky stood back to review the knots, while his friends darted into
Jenny -(TM)s house, Micky, not caring, watched Jenny -(TM)s heaving bosom,
her breasts thrust out even further with her elbows bound behind her in the
middle of her back, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

   Micky -(TM)s friends returned dragging two fold-out chairs from Jenny
-(TM)s house, and sat themselves down to watch their leader and today,
their hero, do his thing.

    -œThey -(TM)re not too tight are they miss? - Micky asked, not truly
concerned for the beauty that wouldn -(TM)t buy his cookies, but wanting to
convey that image.

   Jenny squirmed in her bounds, they were indeed tight, but not
uncomfortable, and Jenny was more concerned with her exposed chest, but
allayed her selfish concerns

    -œNo they -(TM)re fine thanks, but please, the spider -, this boy was
going out of her way to help her after she had so heartlessly initially
turned him and his darling friends away she reminded herself, her exposed
body would have to remain that way.

   Micky grinned,  -œYes of course, the spider -, miraculously the spider
had retained it -(TM)s position on Jenny -(TM)s right bra cup, and Micky
put out a finger and the spider leapt back to Micky -(TM)s waiting hand,
then, very carefully, Micky hovered his hand right above Jenny -(TM)s
heaving cleavage and upturned his palm, the spider dropping to land on soft
breast flesh.

   Jenny jerked her body under the spider -(TM)s touch  -œerk! -, and
Micky gasped, expecting his pet to launch into the air, but the spider held
fast to her chest, and with the movement under it, the spider began running
circles over Jenny -(TM)s partially exposed breasts.

   Jenny fought back the scream, instead replacing it with series of words
-œgetitoff ohmygod getitoff getitoffffffff! -

   Micky drew his knife,  -œOf course! - and deftly lifted each shoulder
strap of Jenny -(TM)s bra and severed it, then cut her bra in the middle,
then dropped the blade to the grass and circled around behind Jenny,
yanking the bra off her by the strap, letting it land on the grass, his
friend -(TM)s jaws dropped, but Micky returned to Jenny -(TM)s front and
maintained a focus, mentally blanking out the sight before him, to locate
the spider, below a breast, then with some air blown in it -(TM)s
direction, Micky encouraged the spider as it ran as fast as it legs could
carry it, down Jenny -(TM)s stomach, around her navel and ended up on the
waistband of her panties.

   Micky snatched the spider up, put it on his arm then reviewed the fruits
of his labours.

   Jenny -(TM)s bare breasts finished their bounce as Micky returned his
gaze to Jenny -(TM)s inviting chest, feeling something surge down below,
Micky saw the bulge in his pants, then he could have sworn that Jenny
-(TM)s nipples grew in length, much like his the bulge in his pants grew at
the sight.

   Micky knew he was excited by the sight, and understood the very natural
reaction in his pants, but he wondered why Jenny -(TM)s nipples grew stiff
and taut, her bottom lip started to quiver and her legs pushed hard
together, when she was sitting topless in front of strangers on her front
lawn, did this excite her?

   Jenny wanted to clamp her hands onto her breasts, and run inside
screaming, spider bite be damned, but Jenny -(TM)s common sense took hold,
and she remained still, trying to suppress the stirrings in between her
legs and all over her chest.

   Micky put the thoughts aside for another time, and looked to the spider
on his arm, running circles around his arm, he could have kissed the spider
then, but he remembered his priorities and returned to the task at hand.

    -œMiss, you probably felt it, the spider, it darted down to..  your --.
panties - Micky said, as he returned his gaze longingly to Jenny -(TM)s
breasts, how he wanted to touch them!

    -œY-yes I felt the d-damn thing - said Jenny, fighting with her inner
urges  -œpleeeeease get rid of the thing -.

    -œGladly! - replied Micky, taking the knife back up from the grass, he
thought about how to do this.

    -œJenny, can you very slowly, sit up so that you -(TM)re kneeling? -
asked Micky, all caution and fear thrown to the wind, she was enjoying this
and Micky now felt the urge to make her happier.

   Jenny raised her ass, legs still quivering and assumed a kneeling
position.  Micky pulled back the waistband of Jenny -(TM)s panties from her
backside, peering down at the curve of her ass that stared invitingly back
at him, without a second thought, Micky put his hands on Jenny -(TM)s hips,
Jenny jerked her ass back at his touch, further curving her already curvy
figure, and Micky lowered the panties down her legs ever so slowly,
revealing each precious inch of forbidden flesh over what he made a
tantalizingly long 15 seconds, before letting the panties slip to Jenny
-(TM)s knees, severing them and ripping them from her body, then letting
his spider hop down onto Jenny -(TM)s exposed ass.

   Jenny shuddered, the spider ran all over her exposed rear, which she
reasoned she could have covered if her hands weren -(TM)t bound at the
elbow, then Jenny squeaked most audibly  -œEeeeee - as the spider crept
down to her asshole then darted away, running all the way around to her
pussy, and running rings around it, Jenny hated the spider, but the
feelings it evoked made her body sing out in praise, as she let out a low
moaning  -œOOOOooooohhhhh -.

   Micky reviewed Jenny -(TM)s beautifully curved behind as the other boys
came down from their chairs to stare at Jenny -(TM)s bush, Micky couldn
-(TM)t help himself any longer, and reached out to stroke a finger over a
rounded bun as Jenny was in the throes of spider-induced ecstasy, and didn
-(TM)t even notice.

   Micky smiled, and moved around front to join his two friends looking at
Jenny -(TM)s (blonde!) pussy,  -œWow -- - uttered Micky, he had never seen
anything like it, and the golden hairs of Jenny -(TM)s bush glistened in
the sunlight,  -œWet? - Micky asked himself.  Jenny barely could raise a
defense now  -œT --The sssp --spider..oohhhh -, as the spider raced around
her lower regions.

   But Micky had other ideas, blowing at the spider when it paused for a
momentary breather on a round, quivering buttock, he chased it up Jenny
-(TM)s back, around her breasts, to the ends of each nipple, much to Jenny
-(TM)s  -~objections -(TM)  -œno.. - she whispered.

   Micky chased the spider to her back, all the way down and in between the
cleft between her buns then he let the spider roam of it -(TM)s own free
will as he headed inside Jenny -(TM)s house.

   Micky returned with some items which he set down next to Jenny, then saw
that most of Jenny -(TM)s body was now glistening, the combination of the
summer sun beating down on her body, the spider setting off reactions and
the arousal that Jenny felt had made Jenny quite a sight.

   Her body sparkled with a light sheen of sweat, the sun was baking her
neglected (pale) areas a red which was receding into a browny gold and in
between Jenny -(TM)s legs was positively soaked with her  -~suppressed
-(TM) emotions.

   Putting his hand out, Micky lifted the spider off of Jenny -(TM)s belly,
and Jenny -(TM)s breathing slowed slightly,

    -œMiss, I -(TM)m sorry, I didn -(TM)t catch the spider in time, but I
have to ask you, do you feel a tingling ALL over your body? -

   Jenny was tingling all over her body a hundred times over  -œy..yes -
she managed.

    -œWell I don -(TM)t want to alarm you but the spider may have bitten
you, or as you might not know, it could have uhhh -- shed hairs, which
could be dangerous you see, but don -(TM)t worry, I have the remedy here
with me! -

   Micky himself doubted his explanation of events, but he knew this
beautiful lady better.

    -œOh -- thank heavens! - Jenny said through laboured breaths, this
beautiful boy would go to any end to help her, Jenny smiled  -œplease --
hurry, do what you have to -.  Micky sighed contentedly at her grateful,
perfect white smile, it made the spectacle even more magnificent,  -œSure
thing miss! -

   Micky stood before Jenny -(TM)s chest with a large pitcher of milk, her
nipples strained hard from her breasts invitingly, her head lay resting on
one shoulder, the blindfold secured.  Micky nodded to himself and let a
slow stream of milk coat Jenny -(TM)s chest, Jenny arched her back at the
feeling of the cold milk hitting her sensitive nipples, throwing her head
back and moaning

    -œOOHHHhhhh GOD - then moving it from left to right, Micky made sure
each of Jenny -(TM)s breasts got a thorough coating of white creamy milk,
then poured a generous quantity between her breasts, which trickled down
her belly and over her hot pussy then going behind Jenny, poured the
remainder over her buns which clenched tightly at the cold sensation.

   Jenny -(TM)s body quivered when the last drops had left the pitcher, the
heat returned to her body, and she found herself almost wishing that cold
stream of whatever it was kept coming.  Micky tossed the pitcher to one
side, then picked up a large squeeze bottle of honey in his shaky hands

    -œOK miss, I -(TM)ll need you to bring your legs around in front of you
- the kneeling Jenny complied, and first sat her bottom down on some cool,
milk covered grass, then pushed her legs forward from under her and
extended them out, feeling more spilt milk and grass sticking to her legs
and butt as she shifted.

    -œThat -(TM)s good miss - said Micky to his blindfolded belle  -œnow
if you could just lie flat on your back -- -

   Jenny nodded and carefully lowered her back onto the grass, lying on her
bound hands, and felt an all over warmth as the sun bathed her glorious
form in it -(TM)s rays.

   Jenny could have nodded off to sleep there, but a warm, gooey substance
hit her in between her breasts presently and Jenny opened her mouth in an O
to let out an elongated  -œooooohhhhh! -.

   One of the two previously seated boys was up now, standing over Jenny
and squeezing hard on a plastic bottle of honey aimed squarely at Jenny
-(TM)s chest, as directed by Micky.

   Micky didn -(TM)t even pause to explain what he was about to do to Jenny
as he watched the honey coat Jenny -(TM)s melons, then tentatively reached
out with both hands and clamped them onto Jenny -(TM)s breasts, much to
Jenny -(TM)s confusion.

    -œeeeEEEE! - squeaked Jenny as the boy -(TM)s smaller hands clamped
onto her sensitive, honey-coated boobs, squeezing their delectable mass as
Jenny almost jumped off the ground.

   Micky let his urges take over, as he squeezed Jenny -(TM)s breasts
together, watching the honey squelch over the top of her bust and run down
the sides of Jenny to the grass below, pulling her nipples, pinching them,
pushing her breasts this way and that as the honey continued to stream down
onto Jenny -(TM)s globes from above,  -œthat -(TM)s enough - said Micky to
the boy with the honey, who didn -(TM)t hear at first, then shrugged his
shoulders and let the honey squeeze bottle drop to his side, too entranced
to move.

   Micky knew that this was pushing his luck, Micky knew that this could
prove disastrous, but he licked his lips and leant forward, put a hand on
either side of Jenny to steady himself, and before he had time to second
guess himself, Jenny -(TM)s honey-glistening nipple was in his mouth.

   Jenny felt warm air blasting a nipple, then the next thing she knew,
something warm and wet was presumably eating her breast!  Jenny jogged the
possibilities through her mind, along with overwhelming thoughts of
arousal, and then she knew!  It must have been the boy, bravely sucking
poison from a bite the spider had given her!

    -œOooooohhhhh y-you -(TM)re so skilled for your age - complimented
Jenny through a series of squeaks, moans and whimpers, referring to the
scout -(TM)s  -~survival -(TM) skills.

   Micky -(TM)s eyes widened, and he knew that this lady was enjoying this
as much as he was, maybe even more as he gorged himself on Jenny -(TM)s
boob flesh.

   He drew back for a moment to catch his breath, then descended to Jenny
-(TM)s 2nd nipple, giving it a similar treatment to the first, as he
nibbled on her nipples, orbited her areola and sucked on her breast for
many more minutes, Jenny -(TM)s urges took over and she bucked her back and
cried out her approval, slamming her butt up and down on the grass,
clamping her legs together to try and contain her urges, then a semblance
of reasoning returned to Jenny

    -œhave --you --.got it --.all? - Jenny managed, Micky rocked back from
Jenny -(TM)s form, a mixture of saliva, honey and milk now covering Jenny
-(TM)s heaving chest and erect nipples.

    -œOh um -- yeah..  sort of - replied Micky, licking his lips, and
motioning for his friend to bring the honey back to Jenny, then pointing to
her belly, streaks of honey already lining it.

   The honey traced lines down Jenny -(TM)s taut belly, to her knees, and
back up to her pussy, Jenny squished her legs together harder still, honey
squelching out from between her legs, but Micky -(TM)s hands came in once
again, and it was all Jenny could do to bite her lip as the hands rubbed
the honey across her belly, down her legs and into her thighs, then back up
to her glistening pussy.

   Micky paused as his hands hovered above Jenny -(TM)s clit, then he
pushed Jenny -(TM)s legs apart, the warm air on her pussy causing Jenny to
go into little convulsions, Micky watched as some honey trickled down into
Jenny -(TM)s pubic hair, and she thrust her pelvis into the air, held it
there for at least several seconds squealing all the while, then let her
rump descend back to earth with a little thud, as she gasped for breath.

   Micky decided to leave that very sensitive area for the time being, and
hoisting one of Jenny -(TM)s legs up, rolled her over, as the honey
descended down from above and hit her other soft globes, the honey
descending into the cleft between her buns, Jenny clenched them together
and again a squelch was heard as the honey squeezed up and out, and glided
down the expanse of her butt.  Micky slapped his hands onto Jenny -(TM)s
buns, the clap was quite audible, so was Jenny -(TM)s yelp, honey splashed
back onto Micky -(TM)s scout uniform, but Micky wasn -(TM)t concerned, and
if Jenny was, she wasn -(TM)t voicing her concerns.

   Micky went to work massaging Jenny -(TM)s soft bum, pinching it when he
had the chance, admiring Jenny -(TM)s cute squeaks every time he did, one
of the other boys had produced a camera and took the opportunity to snap a
few photos.

   Then Micky decided as much as he was enjoying this, it was time for the
grand finale!  Micky rolled Jenny onto her back, now her front and back
covered with the mixture of grass, honey and milk, Jenny ground her butt
into the ground, her body was crying out for more attention, as Jenny
struggled in her mind to remain in some semblance of control.

   Micky hopped up and over to his two mates, and they had a small huddle
as Micky pointed to some things that he had brought out earlier that were
sitting on the grass with the discarded pitcher and mostly empty squeeze
honey bottle.

   And then, all at once, it happened.

   Micky uttered  -œKneel - and felt quite superior at that moment, as the
two other boys  -~helped -(TM) Jenny get upright and onto her knees, as
Micky got into position behind Jenny with his knife, one other boy picked
up two clothes pegs, one in either hand and stood in front of Jenny -(TM)s
heaving chest, poised to strike, and the third boy picked up a spatula and
positioned it over Jenny -(TM)s prone, red rump.

   Jenny felt fuzzy all over, and all she wanted to do was break free from
the bonds that held her and finish what the boys couldn -(TM)t, she
struggled, but this only heightened her arousal, as her body screamed out
for satisfaction, moisture trickled down between her legs, her nipples
stood firm and erect and her breaths came short and quick, as all thoughts
of the spider, the boys, decency and decorum left Jenny -(TM)s mind, and
only the overwhelming thought of sexual pleasure remained.

    -œONE - Micky ordered, and the two clothes pegs clamped down on Jenny
-(TM)s nipples, the boy gave them a playful tug for good measure, as Jenny
managed a  -œAhhhhh! - and arched her back, pointing her stressed nipples
skyward, the boy continued to tighten and tug, loosen and pull on the
clothes pegs as Micky yelled  -œTWO -.

   The second boy brought his spatula down in a short arc, spanking Jenny
-(TM)s inviting buns,  -œOoh!  Ooh! - Jenny replied as each of her buns
received a good spanking, again and again and again.

   Micky watched for a good minute, saw the sweat beading all over Jenny
-(TM)s body, hearing her groans and squeaks becoming more urgent, more
strained, more needful.

   Micky watched as she struggled against the binds at her back as
frantically as she had, and then yelled  -œTHREEEEE - as he sliced the
rope, the spatula came down in the hardest spank the boy could manage, and
the pegs were squeezed as hard as they could be squeezed, then all three
boys dove for cover as Jenny -(TM)s free hands whipped around to her pussy.


   The boys watched her from behind as Jenny went to work, one hand
massaged a breast and the other disappeared between her legs, Jenny -(TM)s
moaning now heightening to screams of ecstasy, as she bucked up and down on
her own hand, and then all at once, it was over.

   Jenny eased backwards onto the lawn and fainted into a contented
slumber, the boys crossed back to her and stood over her, a smile splayed
across her face,  -œWhat a performance - Micky grinned, his friends
returning the grin, then darting off at Micky -(TM)s command, one of the
boys returning with a hose and the other returning with some large towels.

   They washed her down quickly with the hose, removed the clothes pegs,
toweled her off, wrapped her up in the remaining towels, hosed away the
remaining mess on the lawn, put what leftover honey there was in Micky
-(TM)s box, returned the pitcher and spatula inside, and set off running.

   The sun was low in the afternoon sky as John returned home, pulling the
car up to a halt in the drive, then he noticed the toweled figure on the
lawn.  Initially fearing the worst, John dashed over, to find that it was
indeed Jenny, but she was sleeping soundly, and smiling, John couldn -(TM)t
help but smile back

    -œAnother adventure eh Jenny? - John mused, as he heaved the sleeping
beauty up over his shoulder, his hand resting protectively on her rump. 
John proceeded to the front door, and fumbled for the keys with his free
hand, leaning against the door to make things easier, but the door swung
open, and John was lucky to get a foot in front of him and maintain his
balance.

    -œWhat have you been doing today anyway? - John said to the snoozing
Jenny as he shut the door behind him, corners of the towels catching in it,
then slipping from Jenny -(TM)s body, to leave her nude once again,

   John laughed out aloud that Jenny could even strip herself in her sleep,
then headed upstairs with his precious cargo, his hand resting over Jenny
-(TM)s bare rump.